My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 228

Popping yet another couple of raisins into her mouth, Genevieve said, “When I was chatting with Cooper just now, he asked me what I wanted to eat and said that he’d order some takeout. I reckon it should arrive in a bit.”

Armand’s eyes narrowed when he heard that and appeared to be a little displeased.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“That must be the delivery.” Genevieve was about to set herself upright when she felt Armand’s hand on her shoulder. He motioned for her to remain seated and went to get the door himself.

Standing outside was the same receptionist who had brought up their takeout at noon.

The receptionist had both her hands full on either side of her. When she saw Armand at the door, she immediately presented the things she had to him. “I believe these must be yours, Mr—”

“I did not order these,” Armand cut her off curtly. “Just get rid of them.”

Stumped, the receptionist had no time at all to react as the door shut in her face.

Fishing out the delivery note from her own pocket, she reviewed the address several times and was quite positive that she did not get it wrong.

Armand’s rejection left her quite baffled.

Returning to the living room once more, Armand pulled Genevieve into his arms again, and while he did that, he made a call to Golden Restaurant to inquire about the menu for the day. He also took the time to follow up with Genevieve to see if she had any preferences.

Genevieve did not ask about what became of the takeout Cooper had ordered either and only conveyed her desire for a couple of dishes and desserts that she had a hankering for.

Both of them then resumed watching the movie wordlessly. While they seemed extremely intimate huddled together the way they were, they were as emotionally disengaged as strangers living in their own worlds.

By the time the takeout from Golden Restaurant arrived, it was already well past eight in the evening.

The movie was almost upon its climatic finish. Not wanting to miss out on the action, Genevieve brought the tablet into the dining room and watched while she ate. As a result, she got so spooked by a terrifying scene that caught her off-guard that she fumbled the cake she did not hold firmly enough onto herself.

“Can’t you continue this later? It’s not as though the movie is going to get away from you somehow,” Armand commented.

Skirting around the dining table, he retrieved some napkins to help Genevieve clean the cake off her clothes, some of which had landed close to the collar of the casual wear she had on.

Her skin is of an even more buttery consistency than that dollop of cream.