Chapter 599 Her Imagination Runs Wild
By the time Genevieve regained her senses, she was driving both of them back to Bruce''s ce.
Ever since he wrapped up hisst movie, Bruce stayed at home to rest and would often cook, which
was the reason why his fridge was filled with ingredients.
After rinsing some grapes, he ced them on a te for Genevieve. “Have a seat in the living room. I''ll
call you when I''m done.”
Since she wouldn''t be of any help, she left the kitchen with the te of fruits.
For some inexplicable reason, Bruce''s couch seemed to have a mysterious power over her even
though it wasn''t expensive. The moment she sat on it, she felt a sense of release and the urge to fall
asleep.
Cognizant that it would be extremely embarrassing if she did, Genevieve quickly sat up straight.
In the meantime, she spotted two documents on the coffee table. With some words printed on top and
Bruce''s name at the bottom, they looked as if they were movie scripts.
“Is this the script for the movie directed by Brian?” Genevieve asked Bruce, who was busy cooking.
“Can I take a look?”
“Go ahead.”
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Even though Genevieve had no real interest in movie scripts, she would go through them when she
was bored, especially if they were from sessful movies or dramas. In fact, she had read many that
were rted to gay romance.
Considering how highly educated she was and the amount of exposure she had in life, she felt that
homosexual romance wasn''t that different from the heterosexual kind.
Unfortunately, there were still many in the world who frowned upon homosexuals on the basis that
humanity needed to reproduce to ensure the survival of the species.
As a result, it was hard for homosexual-themed movies to be screened, let alone attract investors.
While Bruce was cooking up a storm in the kitchen, Genevieve quietly skimmed through the script in
the living room page by page. Before she knew it, she had finished both of them.
As the scripts ended at the climax, she hurried into the kitchen to see Bruce. “Where are the rest of the
scripts?”
At that moment, he was about to fry some food.
Worried that she would be caught by the sttering oil, Bruce nudged Genevieve back a few steps with
his arm. “There are some issues with the rest of the script. Nheless, it will be sent to us once the
amendments are done.”
“When will that be?” Genevieve pressed on.
“About a week, I guess.” It was only then that Bruce noticed she had rushed in from the living room
barefooted.
A slight disappointment descended upon her. “In that case, you must have seen the ending before.
Why don''t you tell me about it?”
“I can''t, as I never received the second half of the script.” After turning down the fire on the stove,
Bruce washed his hands before grabbing a pair of slippers for her from the shoe cab in the
doorway.
Subsequently, he returned to the kitchen and knelt down.
Lowering her gaze by reflex, she saw him putting on a light green pair of indoor slippers for her.
As the bottom of the slippers were made of wool, stepping on them felt exceptionallyfortable.
Her eyes lit up. “These are really soft. Where did you get them?”
“I bought them from a shop in Frosa while filming.”
When he saw how much she liked them, Bruce nned to procure more wool the next time and try
knitting a sweater for her.
Meanwhile, once Bruce was done frying fish and prawns, he went on to make a special sauce to go
with them.
In the midst of Genevieve''s eating, he squashed some juice for her to bnce out the oiliness of the
food.
“You''re an amazing cook.” Genevieve couldn''t stop praising his cooking. “I''m just surprised how
someone who''s rich, handsome, cooks well, and attentive todies ends up being cheated on by Coco.
Is she blind?”
Within a short time of his debut, Bruce had won the best actor award. There was barely any gossip
about him other than Coco being his girlfriend.
Even then, rumor had it that she didn''t want their rtionship to be made public. That was why it was
kept a secret the entire time.
Struck by a sudden thought, Genevieve threw Bruce a quick nce before lowering her head to eat,
keeping the burning question to herself.
Having caught the look in her eye, Bruce could feel his lips twitch.
She really knows how to let her imagination run wild.