My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 126

Chapter 126 Mourn Your Dead Love

Armand had only ever touched Genevieve a few times.

There was one time they were interrupted by Steven at the most crucial part as he knocked on the door

in Swallow Garden, and another was at Lovely Heart Hotel.

Genevieve was under the influence of the medication then. The two were not exactly making love, and

he was more of a tool.

However, Armand could feel her skin’s warmth and tenderness this time, which was fragrant and NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

smooth like butter.

She smelt like milk and was not overly sweet.

After a while, the sky outside the window had turned dark, and it started raining heavily. The raindrops

pattered on the window.

Under the dim lights of the room, the large soft bed was a mess. The air conditioner was running, but

the air had a stickiness to it.

Genevieve was slightly curled up and lying on Armand’s side. Her hair was damp from the sweat and a

few strands stuck to her face. She appeared to be exhausted with her eyes half-open.

After a few seconds, Genevieve suddenly got up and straddled Armand, both hands supporting herself

with his head in between them.

Her jet black hair fell onto Armand’s bare chest, causing him to feel itchy.

He looked up at her, and his eyes darkened, asking, “You’re not tired?”

Armand had not forgotten how she cried and scolded his entire family a while back.

“I’m tired, but I have a few questions to ask you.” Her voice was a little raspy, and she gulped before

continuing, “You dated Marilyn for thirteen years?”

Armand frowned slightly and replied, “Why are you asking this?”

“This is not some secret, so why can’t I ask?” Genevieve retorted. She lowered her head and pressed,

“Hurry up and tell me. Yes or no?”

Armand toyed with a strand of her hair with his fingers and responded, “Yeah. Thirteen years.”

“That’s a long time.” Genevieve sighed and asked, “In that case, have you slept together?”

“No. We may have been together for a long time, but we seldom met.” Armand’s voice was deep as he

said, “I’m often running in between Xedells and overseas. After that, I came to Jadeborough.”

Genevieve expressed her disbelief and remarked, “I heard from Grandma that you always made it on

time to Marilyn’s performances when she was overseas. But you didn’t lay a hand on her?”

“Every time I met her, I only stayed for a short while. Perhaps after two hours, I would already be on the

plane back to Xedells.” Armand paused, “Why are you so insistent on knowing about this?”

“I’m helping you mourn your dead love.” Genevieve tilted her head sideways, exposing her fair neck,

and said, “How about I perform a song that can help you move on next time?”

Her long hair brushed against his chest when she moved. It felt prickly and numb.

She had no clothes on, and her skin was dazzlingly fair under the light.

Armand lowered his head, his breath became heavy, and he brushed against her fair skin. He grabbed

her arm, and they exchanged positions.

“What are you doing!” Genevieve kicked him and fumed, “I have to go to work tomorrow!”

“I’m giving consent for you to skip work.”

She was at a loss for words. He’s pretty good at abusing his authority!

The next day, Armand found out that he had slept till nine in the morning when he received Steven’s

phone call.

The blinds were not closed, and the sun shone through the windows. However, the sunlight did not

shine on the bed because of the direction of the morning sun.

Genevieve was curled up by his side, deep in her sleep.

That was the first time he slept till late with a woman beside him.

“Mr. Faulkner?” Steven asked on the other end of the phone when Armand did not respond. “Do you

need me to pick you up?”

Armand glanced at the woman beside him. His voice was raspy but cold and stern as he said,

“Postpone everything till afternoon. Send some clothes to me.”

“Okay.”

Steven hung up the phone at Swallow Garden and called out to Patrick, who was going out, “Patrick,

you don’t have to go to Mrs. Faulkner’s place for a few days. I’ll inform you when you need to go.”

Patrick was changing his shoes and paused when he heard that. He swung his coat onto his shoulder

and said, “All right.”

“Also, hurry and decode the email I sent you and send it to me,” added Steven. When Steven raised his

head, the door slammed shut.

He was at a loss for words and frowned.