Chapter 712


    Chapter 712 My Ex At The Next Table


    After he had chatted awhile with Jiminy, Timothy handed the phone back to Charlotte.


    Inadvertently, he spotted Johanna chatting with Genevieve about something that got her so tickled that sheughed until her shoulders shook.


    She looked so cheerful that it was as though she did not care that he was seeing someone new.


    Timothy suddenly felt miffed, angry even, so much so that it got him gnashing his teeth.


    Charlotte was a little baffled by the way Timothy kept looking over toward Genevieve''s table. “What are you staring at them for? You didn''t


    even want to go over to them when I asked you to a moment ago.”


    “Wait. Don''t tell me...” What she thought had her ring at Timothy in astonishment.


    “No,” Timothy batted down whatever presupposition she might have had.


    When the waiter served up the whiskey, he lifted the ss and took a sip from it. Swallowing it down, he used that astringency to dull some of


    the feelings of frustration that he felt inside.


    Regarding Johanna''s bright and beautiful smile, Timothy said, dourly, “Johanna''s my ex-wife.”


    “Huh?” Charlotte was stunned. “The two of you were married?”


    “Yeah.” Imbibing another mouthful of whiskey, Timothy''s tone wasckadaisical. “We were, for four years until our divorce. My daughter


    had just turned one month old.”


    “Timothy, you assh*le!” Charlotte almost wanted to grab her bag and get out of there immediately.


    Sullen-faced, she let it rip, “Why didn''t you tell me that you were married with kids before? To think that you''re still masquerading as the


    perfect son-inw in front of my Dad? You must have been sent by the heavens to punish me!”


    Although Charlotte was the callous kind with a penchant for changing several boyfriends on a whim in the same month sometimes, she still


    had her own limits.


    There was no way she was going to allow herself to be the floozy in anybody else''s rtionship.


    Once, a married male model who imed to be unattached wooed her. It was only when his wife came calling that she found out that she had


    been yed, so in response, she t-out destroyed that male model''s career for good.


    Tales of her handiwork were still being circted within the industry. Hence, no men dared to make a fool of her again.


    “Didn''t I mention that I am divorced? Besides, I''m not the one who is raising our daughter.” Casting an eye at that woman, Timothy added


    ndly, “My ex-wife wouldn''t so much as bat an eyelid even if I were to kiss you right here, and right now.”


    Charlotte''s face became ck as soot. She picked up her bag in anticipation of leaving.


    When Timothy noticed her bodynguage, he put a hand on the chair. “If you walk away now, your father''s dream son-inw will be gone.


    Where will you find the money to support all the boyfriends you have if he were to get upset with you?”


    “F*ck you, Timothy Jensen!” Bringing out the swear words caused Charlotte''s pretty face to look a little contorted.


    “Sit back down,” said Timothy leisurely.


    After mulling over it briefly, Charlotte plonked herself back onto her seat. “A wicked scoundrel like you doesn''t deserve to have a wife and


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    kid. So, die a bachelor!”


    “I wasn''t done talking to Mr. Benson just now, so I think I may want to call him again.” Timothy lifted his phone.


    In response, Charlotte snatched it out of his hands and shot him a look.


    Very quickly, the waiter brought up a serving of grilled mushrooms.


    Timothy unhurriedly portioned it out with his knife and picked up a piece with his fork which he brought close to Charlotte''s mouth.


    That immediately elicited from Charlotte a look of disdain. “Unbelievable! You''ve said so yourself that she wouldn''t even bat an eyelid if you


    kissed another woman in front of her, and still, you want to use me to put on an act for her to see?”


    “Think this over carefully. Do you want to eat this piece of grilled mushroom, or...” Timothy''s lips curled up. “For me to be your father''s


    actual son-inw?”


    If her piercing stares could turn into knives, Charlotte would have already stabbed Timothy to death a hundred times over.


    Repressing her disgust, she consumed that piece of grilled mushroom.


    With the rooftop garden only as big as it was, Genevieve was able to pick up on themotion that was taking ce behind her. Turning


    around, she saw that Charlotte engaged with Timothy in conversation, only to have it suddenly escte into an argument.


    Charlotte snatched Timothy''s phone away and red at him.


    On Timothy''s part, he merely smiled as though he was indulging her little tantrums. When the grilled mushroom was served, he carefully cut


    it up before sending it into her mouth.