My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 353

Armand had too many questions. However, the woman in the photograph died more than thirty years ago. Everything about her, including her name, had been erased by Ayden. His father had died too. The only person who would know anything about this woman was his adoptive mother, Isabella.

When Armand stared at the photo on his phone and fell into a daze, Genevieve messaged him.

Genevieve: Come to the master bedroom and enter the bathroom.

A look flashed across Armand's eyes as he walked to the master bedroom with his phone. When he opened the bathroom door, he saw Genevieve crouching on the floor with her hair wet.

She raised her head and glanced at him. Her face was also wet, giving her an indescribable sense of vulnerability.

When Armand saw that her wet hair was making her shirt wet, he asked, “Why are you crouching here? Why aren't you bathing?”

“The bathroom is too big and quiet.” Genevieve got up and entered the shower. Pointing at the door, she ordered, “Stand here and hold the shower head for me.”

Armand fell silent in exasperation before walking over and holding the shower head.

Just when Genevieve bent down to wash her head, she closed her eyes and remembered something. Shuddering, she got up, causing her hair to whip Armand's face. It was quite painful.

Only then did Armand realize that she was actually feeling scared. He chuckled silently.

Dragging Genevieve out of the shower, he instructed her to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Taking the shower head above the bathtub, he knelt beside it and washed her hair for her.

“Didn't you say that you're showing the horror movie due respect? Are you feeling scared now?” teased Armand as he smothered the shampoo over Genevieve's hair.

Genevieve grabbed the shower head at the side, turned it on, and aimed it at his face. Immediately, Armand's hair and clothes were drenched.

She then placed the shower head down and snorted.

After washing her hair, Armand took a dry towel and bundled her hair up. Looking at her wet shirt, he asked hoarsely, “Do you want me to take it off for you?”

“No thanks.” Genevieve jabbed a finger at the entrance, wanting to chase him out. However, she changed her mind and said, “Stand at the door with your back facing me.”