My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 184

Genevieve smiled. After conversing with Maria, she found some inspiration. Thus, she took her book and pen and started to edit the second half of her music piece with confidence.
As Maria noticed Genevieve starting to get busy with her task, she left silently.
When Armand got home at seven o’clock in the evening, Genevieve had already finished editing the song.
Now, she would only need to record the piece at a studio when she had free time.
Genevieve threw a seawater scent bath bomb into the bathtub today. A while later, the surface of the water turned pale blue. Soaking herself in the water felt like she was swimming in the sea.
She leaned against the side of the bathtub as she rested her chin on her palm. At that moment, she stared at the shower a few meters away.
Armand was currently showering in there. Water flowed down from his body and landed by his feet. As for Genevieve, her eyes were like a radar, scanning him from top to toe.
This man indeed has a good body figure. Besides that, he is also great at other stuff…
After drying himself, Armand wrapped his body in a towel and walked out of the shower. Once he turned around, he noticed the woman staring fixedly at him.
The man, who was wiping his hair, paused his actions and asked, “Are you done?”
She nodded and stretched her arms out.
Armand instantly understood her intentions. He walked toward her and carried her out of the bathtub. Before placing Genevieve on the sink counter, he took a towel and placed it on the countertop.
There were pale blue bubbles everywhere on her body. In addition, because she had soaked herself in the bathtub for some time, her skin was pinkish, looking exceptionally alluring.
Genevieve noticed the change in how the man looked at her. Immediately, she kicked him away, took her phone, and typed a string of words: Don’t touch me for the next few days. I have to go to the hospital to donate blood on Wednesday.
Armand’s eyes darkened after he read the text. He took a towel and helped Genevieve wipe off the bubbles and water droplets on her body.
“Did Timothy ask you to go?” he questioned.
Genevieve: Yes. She lay in his embrace lazily as she allowed him to dry her body, texting: He said it wasn’t enough the other time.
When Armand wiped Genevieve’s arm with the towel, he noticed a needle hole in her fair arm due to the blood donation.
He raised his hand and touched it.
With a low and hoarse voice, he said, “Genevieve, if you don’t want to go, you can always refuse.”
At his words, she lifted her head and looked toward him. Then, she kissed his chin.
Genevieve: Dr. Jensen said this would be the last time, so I might as well help him. Moreover, I think it’s a good thing to help others.
“Mm.” Armand lowered his head and kissed her.
After he carried her out and put her on the bed, Genevieve lay on her stomach on the bed and read. Soon, she felt drowsy, hugged her cat stuffed animal, and fell asleep.
Armand pulled the blanket over and covered the woman’s porcelain skin. Next, he turned around and opened the balcony door.
While making a phone call, he took out a cigarette from his cigarette box and lit it.
“Man, what is it again?” Timothy, who picked up the phone, had a strong urge to curse. “I remember everything you said. I don’t f*cking have dementia!”
Armand took a puff of his cigarette and stated in a low and flat voice, “That bag of blood should be enough for her labor.”
Upon hearing that, Timothy sneered and mocked, “Oh? What do you have in mind now, Armand? Didn’t you play with a woman’s feelings because of that child? Tsk! Why are you saying this for? Do you feel bad for her? D*mn. Should I praise you for being a thoughtful person?”
“Timothy,” remarked Armand unhappily with a frown, “can you stop being so sarcastic?”
“Ah, right. I’m being sarcastic.” Timothy chuckled coldly. “Three hundred milliliters is not enough. I need to extract another bag for backup. Do you hear me, Mr. Faulkner? If yes, I’ll hang up now!”
With that said, Timothy hung up.
Armand lowered his phone. His brows knitted even more when he saw that Timothy had hung up on him.
Soon, he glanced outside the balcony with a darkened gaze.