My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637 You Mesmerize Me

Beautiful fireworks overlapped in the sky and shone brightly, turning the dark night into a sea of colors. After that, those fireworks turned into shimmering diamonds that danced slowly as they fell. The scene was breathtaking.

Genevieve looked out the window and admired the beautiful fireworks that came one after another. Everything was so wonderful that she was at a loss for words.

That was when her phone vibrated. It was a message from Bruce.

Bruce texted: Do you like the fireworks?

Genevieve didn't reply. She went into the closet and put on a down jacket. The moment the elevator reached the ground floor, she dashed out of it.

She made her way to the spot beside the artificial lake where the two of them had had a snow fight some time ago.

There, she saw a tall man standing in the distance. She ran to him. Bruce was stunned to see her there, but he later opened his arms to hold her tightly.

“It's beautiful,” said Genevieve as she held him in her arms. She was happy when she said, “I've never seen fireworks that beautiful before.”

Bruce adjusted her down jacket for her, then took off his scarf to wrap it around her neck. “You could've replied to me via WhatsApp. Why did you run all the way here? It's so cold out.”

Genevieve shook her head and insisted, “It's not good enough to thank you via WhatsApp.”

After saying that, she stepped on his feet and tiptoed to kiss him sweetly.

Bruce put his arms around her waist and tilted his head down to kiss her back.

In the distance, the bell at the clock tower rang, signaling the passing of the day and the beginning of the new year.

Genevieve was panting a little as she pressed her forehead against his.

The man in front of her was funny and was an excellent chef. She loved everything about him, and he mesmerized her.

It was nice. She could be a childish kid without a care in the world when they were together.

The icy wind was brushing against her face, but Genevieve felt as though she had just downed a cup of hot cocoa. Every inch of her body was warm, and her heart thumped uncontrollably fast.

She caressed his face. Her breath carried a hint of the alcohol scent when she spoke in a foreign language. “You fascinate me.”

Her Frosan accent was perfect, and her eyes were filled with tenderness as she gazed at him.