My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Why Are You Looking At Me

Genevieve’s personality had changed drastically over the past few days, especially since she had

come to the Faulkner residence. It was an eye-opener for Armand that the former could make Harriet

so happy with only a few words.

It was also the first time he had seen Harriet be fond of someone so much.

Armand’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He let go of Genevieve’s hand and said coldly, “You’ll only need to

please Grandma but not me, or I’ll be annoyed.”

Genevieve’s gaze darkened, but she quickly flashed a smile. “Of course! You’re my boss, so anything

you say.”

She slammed the earrings on the cabinet, turned, and walked toward the bathroom.

Looking at the woman’s slender back, Armand frowned. He hurriedly averted his gaze. After drying his

hair, he dealt with some emails until late in the night.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned off the computer.

Just as he lifted the quilt and got in bed, he caught sight of Genevieve coming out of the bathroom. Her

wavy hair was against her back, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

After taking a shower, the pores all over her body opened up, revealing her fair and tender skin, which

was as smooth as an egg with its shell peeled off. Her beautiful toes were shrunk in the cotton slippers,

looking beautiful and delicious.

At the sight of her delicate collarbone exposed from her nightgown, Armand suddenly felt that the

temperature in the room was a little high. Despite the air conditioner being turned on, he felt rather hot.

His heart filled with lust for her that neither could grow nor extinguish.

The woman stood there without doing anything. Yet, she could easily disrupt his thoughts.

That was something that had never happened to him before.

Armand even suspected that either Genevieve was deliberately seducing him by wearing such a low-

neckline nightdress or that there was some kind of illegal drug left in his body.

Genevieve did not notice the man, who was sitting on the bed, had his thoughts go wild while staring at

her.

She took out several bottles from the dresser and completed her skincare routine before going to bed

from the other side. Then, she switched off the light and got under the quilt getting ready to sleep.

From beginning to end, she did not even spare Armand a glance.

Watching her series of actions, Armand was inexplicably amused. His thin lips slightly curved into a

smirk.

After a while, he switched off the light and lay flat on the bed. Just then, he keenly heard the subtle

movement outside the door. In the darkness, the man’s eyes seemed to narrow.

Suddenly, he went on top of Genevieve, found her lips accurately, and lowered his head to kiss them.

Genevieve, who was caught off guard by the kiss, was momentarily stunned. With the gleam of the

moonlight, she stared wide-eyed at the man on top of her, utterly perplexed.

She had just come out of the bathroom without saying a word to him, nor had she seduced him.

Why did he suddenly come on top of me? Is he trying to use me to satisfy his desire?

Genevieve was a little irritated and wanted to turn her head away to avoid his kiss. However, she was

held still by the man, who later raised his hand to stroke her soft earlobe.

Her earlobe was pretty sensitive. As he stroked it, she felt as though her body was instantly melted in

his embrace.

All of a sudden, she felt a warm flow from her lower body.

Perhaps the two were too close. Soon, Armand got a sniff of a faint fishy smell. His hand that had just

rested on the woman’s slender waist froze in place.

He raised his body a little and stared intently at the woman under him.

Genevieve took a few light breaths before looking up to see Armand staring at her. She pursed her

slightly swollen red lips. “Why are you looking at me? I can’t stop my menses from coming, can I?”

Armand was dumbfounded.

“Get up. I’m going to deal with it in the bathroom.” Genevieve did not like the sticky feeling, so she

pushed the man, trying to get up.

However, the man grabbed her hand tightly and lowered his body again. He buried his head on her

neck, kissed and bit it gently. As his warm breath puffed on her skin, Genevieve could not help but

moan.

Just then, Genevieve vaguely heard voices from outside the door. “Old Mrs. Faulkner, shall we go back

to sleep?”

“Okay.” Harriet seemed to be in a good mood. Her voice sounded as if she was smiling as she said,

“Tell the housekeepers not to wake Mr. Armand and Mdm. Genevieve up early tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

Genevieve was lost for words.

As the footsteps outside the door gradually faded, Armand released Genevieve and sat on the other

side of the bed, gloomy.

Genevieve, who was absolutely speechless, pulled the nightgown strap under her shoulder.

She thought that Armand had lost control of himself and wanted to take advantage of her as a patient

by forcing himself on her. She was clueless that Armand had discovered Harriet eavesdropping outside

the door and thus wanted to act and show her.