My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Late Night Supper Delivery

Genevieve wanted to text Armand but discovered that she was unable to find his contact. Thinking about it, she was reminded that she already had his number blocked for some time now.

During that period, Armand had always reached her via short messaging.

Finally, Genevieve removed the man from the blacklist and sent a text over: They would need to make a living from making movies. How are they going to do that if they cannot even get any traction on the mentions of their actors?

Armand: Who might you be referring to, specifically?

Genevieve: Sylvie Clasen. There was a trending Twitter thread discussing our physical likeness. Were you the one who shut it down?

Armand: No. I don't pay any attention to this sort of entertainment news at all.

In spite of his denial, Genevieve was convinced that it was him though she did not press on. Placing down her phone, she collected her nighties and went on to freshen up in the washroom.

After stepping out of the showers, she saw that Armand had sent her another message.

Armand: Had dinner yet?

Genevieve: No. I'm on a diet.

Her clothes had been reworked by Johanna's clever hands and looked even better than they were previously. In order to put on those nice threads, she could not allow herself to gain weight.

Declining to continue that conversation with Armand, she switched off her screen with the intention of getting in bed earlier. That way, she would not grow hungry.

In the end, she did lay in bed, but without a hint of drowsiness.

In recent times, she had grown accustomed to falling asleep inside Armand's arms, and would still be able to doze off by using his pillow even if the man had been shooed off to the guest room.

This time though, her brain cells were in overdrive mode, as though they had been supercharged by caffeine.

That got her thinking about how many an insomniac needed to rely on sleeping pills and how she could really use some at this very moment herself.

Then, her phone screen lit up.

She groped for it and read Armand's message. Come and get the door.

Genevieve was momentarily stumped.

Seconds later, she slid into her slippers. Pulling open the door, she was greeted by the sight of Armand's towering frame outside. Dangling in his right hand was a food jar.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was concerned that skipping your meals might upset your stomach.” Armand walked in and closed the door behind him in stride before he led her over to the counter.