Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Beautiful And Gentle After Patrick said that, he took a casual look around and was shocked to see the huge bouquet of black roses in front of the window. “Whoa! Armand, where did you get so many black roses?” He didn’t know much about flowers, but he had heard that black roses were hard to nurture and didn’t last as long as other types of roses. That has to be at least a thousand of them, right? “I’m not sure. It was Steven who got them.” Armand took a sip of coffee and didn’t say anything. “It’s to celebrate Genevieve’s induction.” “Tsk! Tsk! Armand, we all know you’re the boss, but you don’t have to be so high-profile, do you?” In the afternoon, he had someone send a pink diamond to Genevieve. And now, he asked Steven to send a thousand black roses to the mansion! Then, she switched topics and said, “You said earlier that you had to do something. Was it to get this violin?”

Armand appeared to sense something going on. He cast a brief glance toward Genevieve. “Yeah.” Patrick was easily led into the new topic. He mumbled with his mouth full of watermelon, “It’s such a valuable thing. Of course, I had to talk to the seller in person.” I couldn’t even get this violin if I didn’t deal with the seller in person. “Everyone looks up to this late master luthier’s work. If this belonged to a violinist, they wouldn’t have sold it even if the buyer offers a sky-high price.” Genevieve took a look at the violin on the couch. “Why would that person sell it to you? Could the seller be a resale dealer?” Patrick was still trying to figure out how to explain it. When he heard Genevieve’s guess, he just went with it. “Yes, yes! When I traded with that guy, he told me that he had a lot of high-quality violins at home. He could sell it to me for a low price if I want. Like you said, he’s just a resale dealer!” Genevieve nodded and said, “That makes sense.” A violinist would treasure a rare and valuable violin like this and would never sell it. However, this is not

the case if it was in the hands of a violin dealer. Armand’s gaze swept over the violin case, and he suddenly asked Genevieve, “Do you know how to play Judith?” “I do. It’s a beginner violin piece. When I was learning the violin, I played it over a hundred times.” It was also Genevieve’s favorite violin piece. Years ago, if it were not for the patient’s encouragement, she might not have learned to play the violin. She smiled as she thought of the happy memories. “Mando, do you want to hear it?” she asked as she looked at Armand. “Yeah.” Lazily, Armand flopped his long arms on the top of the couch. “Okay.” Genevieve opened the case and mumbled as she took out the violin, “I haven’t played the violin in a long time. I hope you don’t mind if it doesn’t sound good.” Chewing on a mouthful of pear, Patrick reassured, “It’s okay! We’re all family here, so we won’t mind if it sounds bad!” Armand gave him a cold look. Feeling a chill running down his spine, Patrick quickly moved away and sat down next to Steven. Genevieve was a little nervous about playing the violin again after so many years. Even so, when she really touched the violin and put the bow on the strings, her fingers moved naturally. Soon, the classic melody flowed through the living room. The soothing classical music was like a feather that swept away all of Armand’s troubles. His frowning brow relaxed as he looked at Genevieve. She stood still in the middle of the living room with the chandelier above her head. Her thin, curly eyelashes looked like little brushes that cast shadows over her eyelids. The bow in her hand moved gently, guided by her wrist and fingers, and she looked beautiful and gentle as she played. Armand’s heart suddenly stirred, and emotions surged in his heart. Even so, his deep eyes remained calm. He suddenly thought of something he had almost forgotten.

A year ago, he was in a rush to return to Jadeborough from Epea. When his car passed by a church, it was suddenly rear-ended by the car behind him, making him even more irritated. When he saw that the car behind them was a wedding car, and as he still had important things to do, he decided not to bother them and let the driver go. Just then, someone knocked on the car window. Armand lowered the car window impatiently and saw through his shades a beautiful woman in a wedding dress standing in front of his car.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.