My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 162

Genevieve held back the urge to throw the phone to Armand’s face as she typed: You forced me! It’s up to you whether you want to eat the medicine or not. You’re the one who has gastric pain! Putting the medicine on the bedside table, she took her nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After her bath, Genevieve blew dry her hair in the bathroom, assuming Armand had already taken the medicine. However, when she came out of the bathroom and glanced at the bedside table, she noticed the medicine was still there. Not even one was missing. Meanwhile, Armand leaned against the other side of the bed, holding the finance book that she took with her when she went on business trips. Argh! This man! Taking a deep breath, she took two pills from the box and walked past the end of the bed, heading in Armand’s direction. Biting the medicine in her mouth, Genevieve bent over and kissed Armand. Letting out a soft chuckle, Armand threw the book away and wrapped an arm around the woman’s waist, pulling her toward him from the bedside. Then, he put the other hand on the back of her head and tightened his hold around her. Genevieve did not close her eyes, so she saw Armand’s eyes right in front of her face. His gaze did not look passionate, but it was as deep as an endless hole and seemed to have some kind of emotion. Widening her eyes, Genevieve stared at Armand. She opened her mouth slightly, letting Armand do whatever he wanted. The small pill had shattered into powder in her mouth with their kisses. Genevieve tasted a faint sweetness, and she could even hear a soft gulping sound because the bedroom was quiet. The sound was a tad too lustful to hear, and a touch of light pink spread from her cheeks to her ears. Genevieve placed her hands on Armand’s chest, trying to push him away. Armand retreated and breathed close to the corner of her mouth. “Am I not eating two pills?” Then, he picked up the small pill that fell on the bed, and he aggressively but gently put them into Genevieve’s mouth, kissing her again. It took ten minutes for Armand to eat the two small pills. When he finally let go of his hand, Genevieve’s legs went wobbly, and she almost fell into his chest. Her blown-dry hair was also a mess. She vented her rage by hitting Armand with the pillow for a while. Then, she placed the other pillows on the bed, leaving only a space for Armand to turn his body. Genevieve typed: This side of the pillows is my territory. I will kill you if you dare to cross the border. Armand looked at Genevieve’s slightly swollen lips for two seconds before releasing a chuckle. “Well, everything will be fine if you don’t come to my side after you fell asleep.” Genevieve shot him a glare and replied: If I really do that, I’ll consider myself a pig! After Armand read the words on the memo, she turned off the phone and threw it under the pillow. Then, she switched off the wall lamp and hugged the cat plushie. This plushie is so soft. It must be stuffed with cotton. The cat plushie should not have a scent, but Genevieve smelled a faint wooden scent on it. It seemed to get the scent from Armand, and she felt calm smelling it. She was relaxed and fell asleep after a short while. Genevieve dreamed of the first time when Armand brought her to the Faulkner residence to visit Harriet. After that, Harriet’s daughter, Samantha, came back and sat at the dining table to have a meal with them. Samantha would raise her eyebrows when she talked with Genevieve. Soon, the scene changed. Genevieve was having a meal in a restaurant, and there was a gentle young man sitting opposite her. The man took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth. While talking with her, he would look at her with a frown. The two faces were so shockingly similar. It was as if it was from a horror movie. Frightened, Genevieve instantly jolted awake. Looking at the starry night through the glass dome, she panted heavily. Armand was a light sleeper. The second he heard the woman’s heavy pants, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. “Genevieve?” His voice was deep. “Did you have a nightmare?”