Genevieve was about to stand up when Armand placed one hand on her shoulder, holding her down. With his other hand, he gently slid his fingers across her beautiful lips, his eyes dark and mysterious.
“Isn't there still the hip measurement to take?”
“I just measured it.” Genevieve sensed danger in the air, her scalp tingling with apprehension. Unfortunately, he had a firm grip on her shoulder, preventing her from leaving.
Armand, “The measurement is inaccurate, measure it again.”
He took the measuring tape from Genevieve's hand and placed one end at the edge of her lips.
Genevieve seemed to understand the playful mood the man was in. She pursed her lips, then bit one end of the measuring tape, passing it around his body from behind, and biting the other end as well.
She breathed softly, her cheek brushing against his pants...
Armand, enduring with patience, had veins bulging on his neck. He pulled the measuring tape out of Genevieve's mouth and said in a hoarse voice, “Fifteen minutes, huh?”
Genevieve looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I don't do deals that result in a loss.”
Armand felt helpless, and then bent down to pick her up, heading towards the bathroom. “You can set the conditions, and if I refuse, I'll be your little puppy.”
In the evening, Amanda said she wanted to eat beef ravioli and even volunteered to help make it.
Armand brought the prepared filling and pastry sheets to the dining table. Amanda washed her hands and picked up a pastry sheet. She scooped a spoonful of filling onto it and skillfully pinched it together.
After making one, she immediately showed it to Genevieve, “How about it, Mommy? My ravioli looks good, right?”
“It looks amazing!” Although her daughter's creation looked more like a bun than a ravioli, Genevieve still praised her enthusiastically, “Baby's hands are even more skillful than Mommy's.”
Amanda smiled proudly.
Suddenly, she remembered something, wiped her hands clean with a warm towel, and quickly rushed up to the second floor.
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