Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 152

Chapter 152 Genevieve closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. In a room downstairs, Patrick stared at Genevieve’s message while rubbing his fingers against the edge of his phone for a while. Then, he leaped up and picked up the ID card on the table before leaving the room. Just as Genevieve was in a deep slumber, she vaguely felt someone removing her clothes and landing his dry, warm fingers on her. The faint scent of ebony wood lingered in the room. It smelled so good that she coveted it. With her eyes closed, Genevieve reached out and grabbed a corner of that person’s clothes. She tightened her grip and leaned her head over. That person cradled her in his arms and held her hands, soothing her anxiousness. In a low voice, he said, “Once upon a time, there was a lovely little girl who liked to wear the red velvet hat that was given by her granny. Everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.” Genevieve listened in a daze, thinking she had never liked fairy tales since she was ten. However, her tense body gradually loosened up at his low and warm voice.

The man’s voice continued to echo in her ears. “One day, Little Red Riding Hood went to visit her granny, but the evil wolf had already eaten her granny. Little Red Riding Hood then used the wolf to lure all its partners over. After killing them with the hunter’s gun, she happily made some wolf coats for herself.” Didn’t the hunter kill the wolf to save Little Red Riding Hood? Sensing something was off with the story she was listening to, Genevieve woke up in shock and found that the glass dome in the bedroom was left open. As the starry sky came into her sight, she felt the stars were so close that she could reach out and grab them. It’s so beautiful… Genevieve got out of bed after gazing at the stars for some time. Only then did she realize the light green spaghetti-strapped night dress on her. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

It was not a dream! Armand did come and help me change when I was asleep. After casually finger-combing her hair, Genevieve walked out of the room barefooted and saw Armand coming in from the main door with a food jar in his hand. “You’re awake.” Armand swept his gaze across her. Since the room was carpeted inside and out, the surface was soft to step on, and he needed not worried about the barefooted Genevieve catching a cold. He walked over to hold her hand and headed toward the couch. After sitting down, Armand opened the food jar. As the hot steam escaped out of it, the room was instantly filled with the waft of fragrant meat. Genevieve gave it a whiff and recognized it was the smell of Maria’s cooking. Her eyes instantly lit up. “I called Maria to simmer the broth and asked Patrick to make a trip to Jadeborough for it.” Armand glanced over and saw Genevieve’s expression when he poured the broth into a small bowl. “Do you want to eat by yourself, or…” the man trailed off. “Do you want me to feed you?” Genevieve thought of his barbaric behaviors at the hospital earlier that day and glared at him. Picking up the bowl, she scooped up a spoonful of the broth and blew on it to cool it down before drinking it. The broth was simmered with meat, and its thickness was just right. Having one spoonful of it made Genevieve feel warm. Maria’s cooking reminded her of home. When Armand saw that Genevieve’s mood had improved and that her two shallow dimples were showing from time to time, the frown on his forehead smoothen. While enjoying the broth, Genevieve, who had let her hair down, would eat the hair beside her mouth. Seeing that, Armand went to the bedroom and found a hair tie from the bathroom. When he returned, he forced Genevieve to turn over a little and gathered her hair in his hand. Genevieve stopped having her broth, and her thoughts ran wild. Did he help Marilyn tie her hair in the past, too? The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Armand could not see Genevieve’s expression. After pulling her hair together, he struggled to tie it with

the hair tie. “I’ll take you out for a stroll tomorrow and to buy some things that you like, okay?” Genevieve put down the small bowl and picked up her phone. In no time, she handed it to the man behind him. The text wrote: I don’t owe you anything, Armand. I want a divorce! The agreement they had signed earlier stated that Armand had to help her get back Specter Corporation within half a year, and she only needed to deal with Harriet for him. However, she had gotten injured several times before he could fulfill his promises. Since I don’t owe him anything, why can’t I ask for a divorce?