My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 430 I Am Waiting For Someone

It didn't take long before Denise made her way to him and spoke in a meek tone. "I'm so sorry, Timothy. I'm the reason your wife is angry... I-I'll apologize to her."

A hint of distaste and annoyance welled up in Timothy's heart when he saw how pretentious she was.

However, he soon thought about how she was the only girl left in the Wallowitz family, and that made it impossible for him to stay mad at her. He simply massaged his numb face. "There is no need to apologize for anything because it has nothing to do with you."

Timothy retrieved a cash card from his pocket and handed it to Denise. "Go buy anything you want. I have to hurry back to the hospital because I have a night shift."

"Okay," replied Denise. She nodded obediently and left with the card.

Johanna helped Genevieve out of the shopping mall and was surprised to see that it was raining.

Worried, the former held the latter's hand and asked, "Genev, are you okay?"

"It's fine. I didn't fall that hard," answered Genevieve. Her hand no longer hurt. "Do you know that girl from earlier?"

Johanna shrugged and replied in a nonchalant tone. "He has dozens of friends, so it's not strange that I don't know all of them. Still, I am surprised to see him hurt you like that. That is so mean!"

Johanna wouldn't care, even if Timothy stayed out all night every day, but she would not stand idly by if he were to hurt Genevieve.

if it hadn't been for Genevieve, I wouldn't even be here now.

Genevieve draped her arm over Johanna's shoulders and sighed. "At first, I wanted to give you some advice, but my love life is in a mess as well, so I have no idea how to help you."

"Why would I need help?" said Johanna as she smiled. "That is how love is, right? We get together if we're a good match, and we fall apart if we're not. Divorce is not the end. In fact, getting a divorce might be a good thing. Who knows? Maybe the next guy will be nicer."

"You are much more rational than I am," commented Genevieve. "You have always been this way and are decisive. I'm kinda jealous about that."

Genevieve suddenly realized that she was too emotional. Letting her heart roam freely had caused her too much pain.

"Actually, I envy you, Genev," replied Johanna. She pursed her lips a little and sounded genuinely envious when she said those words. "At the very least, someone loved you with all his heart. I don't even have that."

It didn't matter if it was Genevieve's parents, who had passed, or Cooper, or Armand. Everyone loved her dearly.

Genevieve knew all about Johanna's unfortunate past, so she was heartbroken for her. Hence, the former teased, "It's fine. I'll love you from now on. If things between you and Timothy really are that bad, then how about you get a divorce and wait fourteen years? My son will be an adult and you know... it'd be kinda nice to have you call me "Mom"."

"Pfft. No, thank you. I'd rather stay single," replied Johanna as she rolled her eyes at Genevieve. The former fished an umbrella out of her bag after that.

There were two floors reserved for underground parking, but it was huge, making it difficult for an owner to locate his or her parked car. That was why Genevieve parked her car in the outdoor parking lot when they arrived that morning.

Johanna held the umbrella and was walking toward their car when she saw a black Maybach parked at the side.

Something about the car looks familiar...

Johanna checked the car plates and gestured with her chin to get Genevieve to turn her attention to the car. "Look! It's Mr. Faulkner's car."

Genevieve shot a look and realized that Johanna was right. Troubled, she asked, "What is he doing here?"

"He must be waiting for someone. He won't park his car here just to show it off, right?" said Johanna. She winked at Genevieve, then put her hand out.

"What?" asked Genevieve curiously.

"Gimme your car keys. You don't expect me to hail a cab, do you?" replied Johanna in exasperation.

"I never said I'd let him give me a ride home."

"Oh, puh-lease. You always say stuff like that, but you won't actually be thrilled to see some other woman in Mr. Faulkner's car," teased Johanna before she giggled and fished the car keys right out of Genevieve's bag.

After that, she dragged Genevieve toward the Maybach and knocked on the car's window.

It took some time before the window was rolled down, and a handsome face wearing a warm smile showed up.

His gaze was oozing tenderness when he scanned ahead and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"It's raining heavily, Armand, and we can't hail a cab," said Johanna as she shoved Genevieve toward the car and smiled brightly. "Please take Genev home for me."

Armand checked his watch and politely declined. "Sorry, but I am waiting for someone."