Johanna kept observing Harry. Suddenly, she huddled up close to Genevieve and muttered, “Armand's
mother is incredibly gorgeous. It's no wonder all her three children are so handsome.”
Genevieve stared daggers at her, worried that Harry might overhear her comment.
“Fine.” Johanna dropped the topic.
When Harry served Johanna a glass of water, he asked curiously, “What did you say, Jojo?”
Being called her nickname made Johanna, who was already a mother, feel like she was still a college
student. She smiled while cupping her face with her hand. “I was telling Genev that you look hot. You
were my epitome of an ideal boyfriend when I was eighteen; tall, handsome, one who knows how to
play basketball, car racing, surfing, and more! What a cool dude! If I were still in my teens, I'd definitely
write you a love letter and confess my feelings for you.”
“Oh, please don't.” Genevieve shot her a look. “You're doomed if Timothy hears this.”
Johanna scoffed, “He had his share of love stories. When we first got together, he was still thinking
about his first love from school. Did I comment on that?”
Knowing that she could not win the argument with Johanna, Genevieve ignored her and looked at the
menu instead.
As Johanna continued scrutinizing Harry, an idea suddenly dawned on her. “I'm going to open a shop
for my fashion label in Paragon Mall. Coincidentally, we need a male model. What do you think about
working as a model at my studio for a five-digit hourly wage? If you're worried about exposing your
identity, you can wear a mask during the shoot. We just need to photograph your body.”
“That's a very high hourly wage!” Harry's eyes lit up with excitement. “Sure!” he agreed right away.
Subsequently, Johanna whipped out her phone and exchanged numbers with Harry.
As soon as the waiter left their table, another one came with a stalk of white rose. He bent down and
asked politely, “May I know which one is Ms. Joule?”
Johanna arched her brow and responded, “This is she. What's up?”
“A man gifted you this rose.” The waiter handed the flower to Johanna and added, “He wishes you a
good time with your friends.”
Stunned, she stared at the rose blankly until her lit phone screen caught her attention.
Timothy texted: Darling, I'll go pick you up when I knock off in about half an hour. Love you.
What a pleasant surprise! He knows my whereabouts? I suppose he got help for this.
Johanna waved the rose at Genevieve and giggled. “See? This is what a man does. He wants to be
romantic, yet he sent me only a stalk of rose. Does he think I don't have the energy to carry a big
bouquet?”
Genevieve chuckled. “Perhaps he thought that it's inconvenient to keep a bouquet when you're eating
out.”
“That's a very high hourly wage!” Harry's eyes lit up with excitement. “Sure!” he agreed right away.
As she reoched for her phone to check the time, Armond's messoge come in, informing her thot he wos
in Room 303.
“It's so noisy here. Let's get o privote room,” Genevieve then suggested.
With thot, the four of them moved to o privote lounge. A mon wos olreody sitting there, borbecuing
some high-quolity beef. There were plenty of dishes ploced on the big round toble.
At thot moment, Genevieve did not know how to reoct.
When he wos mosqueroding os Bruce, we couldn't meet up during the doy. Now thot he's working for
the government, it's still equolly chollenging for us to sit together ond hove o meol in public.
Genevieve strode ocross the room ond took o seot beside him. “I thought you needed to work post
eight o'clock?”
“I monoged to finish eorly. Hence, I'm here to keep you compony.” Armond swept o glonce ot Horry,
who entered the room lost. However, he withdrew his goze very quickly ond served Genevieve some
beef.
“Mr. Foulkner, I'll despise you if you're only going to grill meot for Genev.” Johonno wos brutolly honest.
“Whotever mokes you hoppy.” Armond wos not bothered by her remorks ot oll.
Johonno rolled her eyes ot him ond sot down beside Genevieve. “Genev, you still love me, right?” she
soid in o child-like voice.
Feeling rother helpless, Genevieve fed her o piece of beef.
As she reached for her phone to check the time, Armand's message came in, informing her that he was
in Room 303.
“It's so noisy here. Let's get a private room,” Genevieve then suggested.
With that, the four of them moved to a private lounge. A man was already sitting there, barbecuing
some high-quality beef. There were plenty of dishes placed on the big round table.
At that moment, Genevieve did not know how to react.
When he was masquerading as Bruce, we couldn't meet up during the day. Now that he's working for
the government, it's still equally challenging for us to sit together and have a meal in public.
Genevieve strode across the room and took a seat beside him. “I thought you needed to work past
eight o'clock?”
“I managed to finish early. Hence, I'm here to keep you company.” Armand swept a glance at Harry,
who entered the room last. However, he withdrew his gaze very quickly and served Genevieve some
beef.
“Mr. Faulkner, I'll despise you if you're only going to grill meat for Genev.” Johanna was brutally honest.
“Whatever makes you happy.” Armand was not bothered by her remarks at all.
Johanna rolled her eyes at him and sat down beside Genevieve. “Genev, you still love me, right?” she
said in a child-like voice.
Feeling rather helpless, Genevieve fed her a piece of beef.
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