My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 I Do Not Mind

In addition to the smell of alcohol in the air, there was a faint rose fragrance that piqued Armand’s

interest.

He became aroused as he wrapped his arm around Genevieve’s waist suddenly and pressed her back

against the wall, unable to contain the excitement of her finger tracing his lips.

He said in a low voice, “You don’t have to take a shower. I don’t mind.” With that, he leaned in and

kissed her.

When Genevieve lifted her head to look at him, her mind was blank. She could not think clearly, and all

she could feel was the burning sensation of the skin under her palms.

Suddenly, she sobered up a little as she felt the embrace around her waist and slapped his cheek.

As he turned around and stared coldly at her, she leaned against the wall and hesitantly said, “I-I

thought you preferred men to women?”

After all, she’d taken the initiative twice, and he’d been oblivious.

Hearing that, Armand’s expression darkened, and his voice became colder. “Who said I preferred

men?”

“It was Dr. Jensen who told me.” Genevieve stumbled over her words as she sensed his cold aura. “He

also stated that if he could be with you, he doesn’t mind being the receiver…”

“Is that so?” Armand sneered.

The next second, he picked up Genevieve and placed her on his bed.

Next, he pushed himself on top of her and stared at her. Then, he said dangerously, “I don’t mind

helping you remember what happened that night in the hotel!”

One of the bedroom’s windows was open. The air in the room gradually became more intimate and

romantic as the breeze blew in.

Abruptly, the phone on the bedside table lit up and vibrated.

As the phone was constantly vibrating unceasingly, Armand picked it up and threw it on the floor.

The phone bounced a few times on the floor before switching off due to the violent impact.

Genevieve’s long black hair was strewn across the white pillow at the time. As she gazed at the glazed

chandelier atop her, tears welled up in her eyes.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Steven’s voice could be heard saying, “Mr.

Faulkner, you have a call.”

He paused for a moment before adding, “It’s Ms. Wood.”

Armand’s desire had completely vanished as a result of the last part of Steven’s words. He quickly

regained his composure and reverted to his usual icy demeanor.

After getting out of bed, he put on his shirt that was resting on the back of the chair before walking

barefoot to the door.

“Did you answer the call?”

“She called three times in total, and I answered the first time.” Steven bowed his head. “She inquired as

to your whereabouts and why you had not returned her call…” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Armand frowned as he remembered that he had just thrown the phone to the floor.

After the fall, the phone most likely turned off.

The phone in Steven’s hand rang again as he finished his words. He handed it to Armand as if it were a

hot potato.

After receiving the phone, Armand tapped it to answer the call and placed it next to his ear, his cold and

harsh voice becoming low and soft.

“What’s the matter?”

Steven could not hear their conversation because Armand had not turned on the loudspeaker and

could only lower his head guiltily.

Soon after, Armand hung up the phone and handed it back to Steven, instructing, “She had morning

sickness quite a few times at night. I’ll go over to her first, you go ahead and drive Timothy to her

place.”

“Mr. Faulkner…” Steven spoke up abruptly.

Although he knew he should not be involved in Armand’s affair, he had been with Armand for so long

that he could not help but feel bad for him.

Steven explained, “The explosion fourteen years ago was not an accident at all. Mr. Samuel was the

one who attempted to murder you. Fortunately, the bodyguard who was with you at the time of the

explosion used his body to protect you. As a result, you were bedridden for more than half a year and

were nearly permanently blinded.”

Steven had already told him about it when they were discussing it earlier in the study.

However, he brought it up again to remind Armand.

“Because you and Mr. Samuel were not born from the same mother, he would never treat you as his

brother,” Steven said, expressing everything he had always wanted to say to Armand.

Then he continued, “Mr. Samuel had only been good to you in recent years because he felt remorse for

what he had done to you in the past and wanted to make up for it. Mr. Samuel’s mother believed you

had murdered her son at the time, so she banded together with the rest of the Faulkner family to

suppress you and usurp your position as family head. In fact, she was also the one who instigated Ms.

Wood to shoot you in the chest.”