NovelAppChapter 478 Petty Man
Johanna rolled her eyes. “I ate that a long time ago!”
She turned to another page of the menu and continued, “One garlic butter crab—”
“No. Crab contains mercury, which might harm our baby. You can’t eat that.”
“What should I eat, then? Should I starve?” Johanna flew into a fit of rage and threw the menu at him.
Timothy instantly coaxed, “Darling, I’m doing this for you and the baby’s sake. You can have beef or
ribs. They are delicious and can provide you with the protein you need.”
“I hate beef!”
Genevieve finally lost it after they acted all lovey-dovey for some time. Scowling, she grabbed the
menu from Timothy. “You can continue to coax her while I place my order!”
She summoned the server and started ordering the food.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTimothy stopped her hastily. “Hey, can you order something else? My darling can’t eat these!”
“No! We need to eat, too!” Genevieve rejected him, her face devoid of expression. “You’re sitting beside
her, right? When the dishes are served, just make sure she doesn’t eat them.”
After she ordered the food, Timothy told the server, “I want a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Only fresh oranges… Forget it. Bring me the squeezer and the oranges, and I’ll squeeze the juice
myself.”
I’ll worry if someone else prepares the drink Darling drinks.
The server walked out with the menu, visibly stunned by his request.
Genevieve mocked, “Dr. Jensen, the chef will put many seasonings that might be harmful to pregnant
women when he cooks. Why don’t you cook the food yourself?”
As Genevieve had helped him get his wife back, Timothy simply chuckled and didn’t talk back to her.
He poured Genevieve a cup of tea. “I’m used to scalpels, so I can’t hold choppers. Armand, unlike me,
can cook well.”
Armand remained unfazed even though his name was mentioned.
“I’m thirsty, too.” Johanna pushed her cup to him.
“Be good. You can’t drink tea.” Timothy got her a bottle of mineral water from the cupboard beside
them. “Drink some water to quench your thirst. I’ll squeeze some orange juice for you later.”
After the server came in with the squeezer and a plate of fresh oranges, Timothy rolled his sleeves up
and wiped his hands clean before he started squeezing the oranges.
Genevieve rested her cheek on her palm and gazed at them enviously.
Shortly after, Timothy gave a glass of orange juice to Johanna. Genevieve asked, “Dr. Jensen, can you
squeeze a glass of orange juice for me? I’d like to have some too.”
“My hands are tired,” Timothy responded as he wiped his hands. “Why don’t you ask Armand to—”
Before he could finish his words, Armand interjected calmly, “I signed too many documents today, so
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI’m too tired to do that. Ms. Rachford, you should squeeze the oranges yourself if you want some juice.”
“Mr. Faulkner, just be honest and say that you don’t want to help her. Why bother coming up with an
excuse?” Johanna pursed her lips. “Isn’t Genev your ex-wife? Why are you so petty?”
Turning to Timothy, she ordered, “Hubby, squeeze another glass of orange juice for Genev. We can’t be
like someone who looks like a gentleman but is, in fact, a petty man.”
“Sure!” Timothy would do anything she asked him to do.
He had just picked up an orange from the plate when Armand rose to his feet with a scowl on his face.
The latter then removed his squared cufflinks and placed them beside his cup before wiping his hands
with a hot towel.
Timothy immediately offered the oranges to him.
Armand harrumphed softly as he cut the orange into half and placed one half into the squeezer.
Soon, a glass of freshly pressed orange juice appeared before Genevieve.
“Thank you, Mr. Faulkner!” Genevieve said cheerfully. She took two sips of it. Mm, how sweet. This is
better than the juice Rosa squeezed for me.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
