My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 450

Armand glared at her coldly as he continued, “I know everything you've been doing behind my back, Sylvie. I just couldn't be bothered to have someone take action, that's all.”

“You couldn't be bothered? I bet you wanted Genevieve to see me like this, didn't you?” Sylvie snapped at him.

She knew she had struck a nerve when she felt his grip on her chin tighten, but she didn't dare go any further out of fear.

“Stop wearing green and stop styling your makeup to look like her. Oh, and stop wearing that d*mned perfume too. Smelling it on you fills my heart with nothing but disgust. You will do exactly as I say if you want to continue living a good life like this,” Armand said while wiping his hands with a paper towel.

He tossed it onto the bar and entered the bedroom while Sylvie stood there, seemingly frozen in place.

The paper towel was still fairly clean as Armand had only used it to wipe his hands earlier, but Sylvie felt as though it was covered in germs and viruses.

All these years, I thought Armand had treated me well because he saw me as a replacement for Genevieve. Turns out that I'm not even worthy of being her replacement... He only brought me to those social events so people would forget about bedding me out of their fear for him. I've never seen a man so reserved yet terrifying at the same time!

Not wanting to stick around any longer, Sylvie grabbed her handbag and was about to leave when the doorbell rang.

Her eyes lit up with glee when she looked through the peephole and saw that it was Genevieve outside the door.

Sylvie deliberately messed up her hair even further and undid the first button on her skirt before opening the door.

Armand had already left the bar by the time Genevieve finished her phone call. She had come rushing over when she found out that he had gotten drunk and that Sylvie had brought him to this hotel.

Judging by Sylvie's messy hair and reddened eyes, it's obvious what the two of them have been doing earlier...

Genevieve felt her heart sink at the thought of that.

“Do you need something, Ms. Rachford?” Sylvie asked with her lips pursed.

“No, you two carry on!” Genevieve replied and left in a hurry.

She was gripping the box of sobering pills so tightly that it nearly deformed in her hands.

Sylvie waited until a minute had passed since Genevieve entered the elevator before leaving the room.

What a f*cking sc*mbag! I wouldn't have returned if I'd known he'd be like this! My life was so much better in Dartan!