Why Must I Tell Miss Rachford Right then, Cooper’s phone vibrated twice. He picked it up
from the table and replied a message. “Genev is hanging out here at the same bar too. She’s coming
over in a bit.” Timothy snorted as he presumed that Genevieve did not come alone. Johanna is
probably here too. Within two minutes, Genevieve showed up with Johanna. Johanna was dressed in a
short purple camisole. She complemented her outfit with a pair of earrings and other accessories,
which made her look trendy, slim, and fair. There was a sparkle in her eyes, and her smile was as
bright as the sun. She could easily pass as a young girl in her twenties. Timothy was still feeling down
in the dumps since the divorce in the morning. He did not expect Johanna to be so happy. He felt even
more exasperated when he saw her seemingly enjoying her new found freedom a few hours after
signing the papers. Timothy sniggered and asked coldly, “Johanna, are you overjoyed because our
marriage has been legally dissolved or because you’re having fun at the bar?” “Both make me gleeful.”
After a slight pause, Johanna commented, “Of course, nothing makes me happier than divorcing you.”
Timothy’s face sank. As Genevieve led Johanna into the room, Timothy realized that a young guy was
trailing behind them. He asked in bewilderment, “Jermaine, why are you here?”
“Dr. Sitler came with us. He’s a mutual friend of Genev and I.” Upon taking a seat, Johanna pointed at
the empty space next to her and called out, “Come over here, Dr. Sitler.” Never in a million years would
Jermaine thought that Timothy and Johanna had broken up. With that in mind, it went unsaid for him to
reject her offer. I’ll surely see Timothy again at the hospital tomorrow. Seriously, I don’t want to die an
ugly death… Cooper noticed the quandary Jermaine was in, so he pointed at the seat beside him.
“Over here, Dr. Sitler.” Once Jermaine had settled down, Cooper handed him a glass of brandy. “How
boring is it for a few men in their thirties to do nothing apart from drinking in a private lounge?” Johanna
mumbled as she proceeded to switch on the LED screen. “I’m over the moon today. Let me sing you a
song!” Johanna pulled a bar-stool over and sat in front of the monitor. “What songs do you like? I’ll sing
for free,” she asked without turning her head. Timothy suddenly remembered that besides her talent in
fashion designing, Johanna also had a good voice. When they hung out one day a long time ago, he
inadvertently discovered her amazing singing skills. Since then, he would sometimes coaxed her to
sing for him or call out his name more often during sex. However, he did not enjoy the songs for free.
Timothy fumed at that thought. “Johanna, why did you collect twenty thousand from me for each song
you sang for me in the past, but you sing to them for free?” Johanna rolled her eyes at him. “I’m the
one singing, so I shall have the last say.” “No one wants to pick a song?”
She narrowed her eyes and gazed at Jermaine with a smile. “Dr. Sitler, I’m a great singer. Come on,
choose a song!” Jermaine could tell that Timothy was glowering at him. As a consequence, his hand
holding the glass trembled in fear. Why does Johanna keep putting me on the spot? “Sing two rock
songs, will you?” Genevieve intervened and saved him from his predicament. “Sure thing!” Johanna
giggled. Subsequently, she selected two songs from a classic rock band. Johanna could really sing any
genre of songs. Like a lead vocalist, she held the microphone and belted a tune while flipping her hair
back and forth, leaving the audience mesmerized by her concert-worthy performance. Just when
Genevieve was reaching out for the bottle of brandy, Cooper grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“Brandy is too strong for you. You should just drink cocktails like Johanna.”
The next moment, the door to the lounge was pushed open and a waiter dressed in uniform walked in
with a tray. Upon serving several cocktails on the table, he left quietly. Genevieve picked up a glass of
cocktail and took two sips. “What did you guys chat about just now?” she asked Cooper. “Mr. Faulkner
and his girlfriend.” Cooper looked in the direction of Armand with a smug smirk. “We were questioning
Mr. Faulkner about his alleged child and the baby full moon party.” Genevieve froze for a moment.
Then, she turned to the man and asked curiously, “You really have a child?” “Must I tell you, Ms.
Rachford?” Armand was slightly hostile in his response. “We aren’t that close, are we?” “You’re right.
We aren’t close.” Genevieve huffed and finished her cocktail in a single breath.
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