My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 235

The more enraged Marilyn got, the more collected Genevieve seemed.

"Is that so? Why don't you try telling Armand that the girl he met at the hospital fourteen years ago was actually me and not you? Let's see how he reacts to that," suggested Genevieve nonchalantly. "Genevieve, I've already given you the violin! Have you forgotten what you swore to me?" roared Marilyn.

"Of course I haven't. I don't have any plans to die just yet," replied Genevieve with a chuckle. "However, I'm younger and more beautiful than you, Marilyn. Plus, I'm also married to Armand. As for you, not only were you married to Samuel, but you're also with child now. What makes you think Armand still wants to be with you?"

"Shut up! You shut up right now!" shouted Marilyn, infuriated by Genevieve's harsh words.

Not only that, but Genevieve could also hear the sound of things getting violently smashed over the phone. Hence, the corner of her lips lifted even higher. "It doesn't matter what you do, Marilyn. Armand will never divorce me."

"Do you think you would have a chance with Mando had it not been for me? I wouldn't think too highly of myself if I were you, Genevieve," reminded Marilyn coldly.

When the sound of running water stopped in the bathroom, Genevieve scoffed, "If you don't believe me, then let me show you something."

With that, Genevieve hung up on Marilyn and added the woman's phone number to her WhatsApp.

Then, she immediately gave Marilyn a video call.

Without a second thought, Marilyn accepted the call with her camera pointed at the window as though she was afraid Genevieve would see how upset she was. "Don't hang up on me now, Marilyn," instructed Genevieve while smiling at the camera.

Then, she placed her phone next to the desk lamp and adjusted the angle so that Marilyn could see Armand walking out of the bathroom. The man only had a dark-colored bathrobe loosely wrapped around him, revealing part of his chest. His still-damp hair stuck to his forehead. Somehow, he seemed more attractive with the casual look.

As Armand was drying his hair with a towel, he looked up to see Genevieve lying on the bed staring at him with her head resting on her hand. "Go shower," ordered Armand after a pause.

"I can't. I have a leg cramp." Genevieve pouted pitiably at the man before requesting to be carried to the bathroom.

Even though he was unsure if Genevieve was serious, Armand walked over to the bedside anyway to lift the woman as requested.

As soon as Armand got close enough, Genevieve wrapped one hand around the back of the man's neck and playfully ran her fingers across his face. Immediately, Armand gulped in response.

With her forehead pressed against Armand's, Genevieve gazed deeply into the man's eyes before whispering, "Mando, do you know what a snack is?"

Then, Genevieve proceeded to bite Armand's lower lip and kiss him the way he kissed her the day before.

With his eyes closed, Armand climbed into bed and pinned the woman down to deepen the kiss.

Genevieve's skin felt as soft as that of a baby, unlike how it was the previous day. Intoxicated by the faint fragrant on Genevieve, Armand was ready to swallow the woman whole.

The man then slowly moved from Genevieve's lips to her earlobe before whispering, "Darling."

Genevieve was shocked by the term of endearment, for it reminded her of how Armand used to call her by her full name back in Springwyn.

Since she could not speak, she decided to complain by writing in the memo: Can you not keep calling me by my full name? I think we're way past that, aren't we? From now on, you'll call me Darling. Only you get to call me that. What do you think? It's perfect, right?

However, Armand did not think it mattered what he called Genevieve.

He only did as requested on the bed that night, and that was it.

When Armand noticed Genevieve was distracted, he bit her as punishment.

He did his best to suppress his urges since Genevieve had not fully recovered yet, but just when he was about to get off of her, he noticed her glancing at the bedside table.

Following her gaze, he realized that a phone seemed to have been placed deliberately by the desk lamp.