NovelEnglishChapter 544
Seeing that Genevieve was pointing at the yarn plushic hanging from his car key, Bruce pondered for a
while before admitting. “When Steven drove me to an event back then, I found this plushie hanging on
the rear view mirror incredibly allorable, so I asked him for it.”
Genevieve opened her mouth to say something or other, but it then occurred to her that it was
inappropriate to ask for the return of something that was given away.
Besides, Armand is already gone.
She placed the car key back on the table. “Indeed, it’s quite adorable.”
Then, she snagged her handbag from the couch and got to her feet. “Since you’ve taken your
medicine, have a good rest. There’s no need to see me out.”
Bruce’s eyes dimmed. “Okay.”
After Genevieve had gone down to the first floor and exited the condominium, she abruptly recalled the
man’s abnormal complexion. For some inexplicable reason, worry swamped her. Besides, she also
remembered that she had something important to tell him.
She stood at the building entrance for a few minutes before whirling around and heading to the
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In truth, Bruce merely had a mild cold. He only wanted to find an excuse to devise a coincidental
encounter with Genevieve and have her drive him home out of sympathy.
Therefore, he put away his weak look after she had left. He went to the pantry and poured himself an
iced soda.
Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang no sooner had he taken a sip.
He walked over to the doorway with the glass in hand. As soon as he saw that it was Genevieve
through the peephole, he immediately crept back to the pantry and tossed the soda. Then, he poured
himself a glass of hot water. After blowing for a bit, he drank a few mouthfuls.
When sweat had beaded on his forehead, he dragged his “heavy” body over to open the door.
Noticing the sweat on the man’s forehead, Genevieve questioned in surprise, “Didn’t you just take your
cold medicine? Why do you still look so sick?”
*Perhaps it’s only been a while, so the medication hasn’t taken effect. Is something the matter, Ms.
Rachford?” Bruce gave a cough and swung open the door to allow her in.!
Tarburarily accepted a movie on your behalf. You’ll be receiving the contract in a few days,” Genevieve
ultered guiloly.
“lis okay as long as it’s not a romance film. I’ve only got an ongoing movie al present, for wh I’ll be
going to Frosa next month for a scene filming. When that’s finished, the filming will officially wrap up,”
Bruce remarked.
Genevieve tactfully changed the subject. “You haven’t catcn, have you? Let’s eat first and talk later.
What would you like to cat?”
She took out her phonc and scarched for the contact of Golden Restaurant’s owner.
Bruce chuckled, his hoarse voice somewhat seductive. “If you don’t mind, Ms. Rachford, I’ll cook for
you.”
“You can cook?” Genevieve was stunned for a moment.
Yes. As long as I’m home, I cook by myself.” While saying that, Bruce headed toward the central
kitchen counter and opened the jet-black refrigerator door.
Genevieve promptly went after him. “You’re running a fever now, so it’s not quite appropriate for you to
cook, no?”
“It’s okay. I’ve still got the energy to cook a meal.” Bruce took out some ingredients from the refrigerator
and asked, “How about some stir-fried beef and spinach soup?”
“Sure.” Genevieve nodded reflexively.
Bruce first washed a box of cherry tomatoes before slicing a gash on them with a small knife. Then, he
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When he was done, he slid the bowl of cherry tomatoes and pickled plums to Genevieve. “Have some
fruits before the meal.”
Is this really edible?
Skeptical, Genevieve took a cherry tomato with a fruit fork and stuffed it into her mouth.
The cherry tomato was sweet. Complemented by the sourish pickled plum, it was amazingly delicious.
Her eves lit up at once. “Wow! Who invented this? I didn’t know that tomatoes with pickled plums are
so delicious!”
Bruce stole a glance at her out of the corner of his eye. When he saw her all excited like a child, a
smile bloomed on his face. “Not only are tomatoes with pickled plums delicious, but strawberries with
pickled plums are also delectable. Alas, I forgot to buy strawberries when I shopped for groceries the day before.”
“Really? I’ll try making it for my daughter when I’m free! She loves eating sweet stuff!” Genevieve
commented with a beam as she leaned against the marble counter.
Washing the spinach at the sink, Bruce casually inquired, “How old is your daughter?”
“She just had her fourth birthday in May this year,” Genevieve replied. In the next moment, she
belatedly realized that it was seemingly inappropriate to talk about children with the man when he had
been betrayed by a woman.
She hurriedly changed the subject, “Will your parents be coming over to visit you?
Stilling. Bruce dipped his eyes and murmured, “My mother passed away last month, and my father
went back to the countryside to teach after setting her funeral.”
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