My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 1163

Chapter 1163 She Knows

Despite being past ten at night, business in the bar was booming.

Sally put her clothes away in the locker, then entered the club ten minutes after Cooper. The lights in the nightclub made her dizzy, and the place was deafening with a DJ playing that night. Occupying a booth in the corner, she ordered a glass of brandy from a passing waiter.

From her seat, Sally could see the bar, which was better lit. Cooper was seated atop a stool and sipping some wine.

Dressed in a hoodie and jeans, he oozed genteel charm when he removed his glasses. Even without lifting a finger, his mesmerizing aura commanded one's attention to inspect every inch of him.

Some daring and scantily clad women leaned over and caressed his shoulders, imploring him to buy them a drink.

Chuckling, Cooper obliged them generously.

Sally counted at least ten women approaching Cooper from the moment she sat down. Her gaze hardened further when she noticed how some wrapped their arms around his waist and nuzzled themselves against his chest.

Suddenly, she realized the mistake of having Cooper be the honey trap.

Not long after, Sally noticed the waiter lead a group into the booth before hers. She suppressed her frustration by taking a sip of her brandy.

The group, consisting of university students, drank for a while before starting a game of Truth or Dare, which Ninette lost after several rounds.

Ninette's friend, who was in charge of meting out the punishment, caught sight of Cooper at the bar and leaned in to whisper several words in her ear. As the price of her loss, Ninette made her way to the bar. Upon arriving there, she tapped Cooper on the shoulder. "Hey, handsome."

Cooper turned around to regard her.

Ninette's heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. Within the man's jet-black depths twinkled a hint of mischief, which she thought attractive.

He's not deceptively handsome from the back as I imagined but looks just as good from the front.

Twirling a strand of her hair coyly, Ninette pointed at Cooper's glass. "I'm a little thirsty. Could I have a sip of wine?"

"All right." Cooper slid the glass to her with a faint smile.

Ninette took a sip and, noticing that her classmates were staring from their booth, hastened to explain, "I'm sorry. I just lost a game of Truth or Dare."

"I guessed as much." Cooper lowered his voice. "I'm glad it happened, or I wouldn't have had the chance to meet you."

Ninette's cheeks turned red from his scalding gaze.

Sally was on her third glass of brandy when she saw Ninette approach Cooper at the bar again, this time not because she lost at Truth or Dare. She did so because she was smitten.

The pair bonded over drinks, and after chatting for nearly an hour, Ninette's friends summoned her.

Before departing, she gave Cooper her phone number.

He sauntered into the booth in the corner ten minutes later and sat beside Sally, who handed him her brandy. "Did you have a good time?"

"I got her phone number. What do you think?" Noticing that her expression was colder than usual, Cooper surmised she was in a bad mood. "Was this whole thing not a charade of your planning, Ms. Loake?"

Sally looked away to light a cigarette. "I should have dragged her to the washroom and interrogated her with force," she declared calmly, irritated by the recollection of Ninette's earlier conduct.

Cooper smiled and looked sideways at the woman savoring her cigarette. Her cold features, made dreamy by the lights and the fog machine, exuded a lethal attraction.

He, on the other hand, was in an upbeat mood. "Are you jealous?" he asked after a sip of wine.

Sally did not answer. With a sudden move, she grabbed his collar and plopped herself onto his lap, scrutinizing him through narrowed, suspicious eyes.

She had always known who Cooper really was.

Despite how closely his eyes resembled Ethan's, she had never seen him as a replacement. Cooper is his own person.

Though the girl's harsh words did not bother her when they were at Disneyland, and she had never expected or wanted anyone to stand up for her, Cooper's behavior that day gave her a funny feeling that she could not put her finger on.

She knew what it was, but she was forced to conceal it as best she could.