My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 462 Engravings

Right after she fell into his embrace, a gush of wind swept past her back. When Genevieve turned her head, she saw that a motorbike had already sped off from where they were.

If Armand had not pulled her over, she would have been knocked off.

As for the rider, he did not seem apologetic for his behavior at all. He even looked back at Genevieve with a nasty smile.

There was not the slightest hint of remorse on his face.

When Armand saw this, he grabbed a coconut from a random tourist's hand and flung it toward the biker, hitting him right in his back like a shot.

"Argh!" The man's body jerked, and he fell hard to the ground.

Armand walked over with Genevieve, taking his own time as he watched the man groan in pain. "So," he called out coldly, "are you blind? It seems to me that you did not realize you almost ran into her. You'd better apologize for what you did just now."

The rider, who was already shivering in pain, was gripped by fear when he saw Armand's attitude.

"I-I'm sorry!" he shouted, knocking his head against the tar road before fleeing the scene.

He was afraid that Armand would boot him if he did not get out of his sight as soon as possible, so he fled with his bike.

Genevieve stole a glance at Armand, and a smile curved on her lips.

She thought Armand had grabbed her just now because he wanted to do something else with her, but it turned out that he was just trying to save her from the motorcycle.

"What's so funny?" Armand asked when he spotted the smile on her face.

"Nothing," she replied shortly, shaking her head.

When Genevieve saw that the tourist and his girlfriend had yet to recover from the shock because of what they had just witnessed, she went forward to apologize and paid them the amount of the coconut

water.

After that, Genevieve and Armand continued their trip. Because the other end of the old street was undergoing road maintenance and the couple could not hail a car, they decided to walk all the way to where they started.

When they passed by the same silver jewelry store again, Genevieve realized that there were still a lot of tourists participating in the game. However, because the allotted time of the game was too short, none of them won anything.

"Do you want to have a try?" she asked Armand.

"No."

"Come on. Just play on my behalf," she encouraged, scanning the code to make payment. "It's really easy. I don't think it'll be a problem for you, Mr. Faulkner."

When the tourist in front of them completed their turn, she pulled the disgruntled man over.

His unwillingness was apparent from the frown sitting on his brows, but he went along nonetheless.

When they reached the stand, Armand observed the chessboard before starting the game. Then, he pressed the "start" button, and his fingers move adroitly and swiftly on the board, eliminating all the black pieces.

Under the admiring gaze of all the other tourists, he managed to do away with all the black ones until there was only one left.

A word signaling his victory showed on the screen, and all the spectators clapped.

Even the employee was amazed by the result. "Wow! You're really good at it. You took just ten seconds! Do you know the fastest player in the world took thirteen seconds to complete this? It's been a long time since this record was achieved."

The changes were shown on the players' ranking list on the right panel. The champion was moved down, and Armand replaced them as the first.

Genevieve was astounded when she saw this. She had only meant to let Armand have some fun, yet he actually made it to the top in the whole world in just one effortless round.

To commemorate this moment, she took out her phone and secretly snapped a picture of the panel and Armand.

Since Armand won the game, the employee ushered them in and asked Genevieve for her finger size so she could make the necessary changes to the ring. Genevieve answered the employee and went on to tell the employee her preferences for the rings.

The pair of rings had geometric patterns, and they shone brightly under the light.

"Oh, can I also engrave some words on the inside? I'll pay the extra," Genevieve asked.

"Sure, but it'll take some time if you want engravings on it," the employee replied.

After twenty minutes, everything was finally ready, and Genevieve walked out of the shop with an exquisite velvet jewelry box in her hand.

She waved it at Armand cheerfully, saying, "The reward belongs to me since I paid for the game. I hope you don't mind."

Armand took a quick glance at the box and just left.

When they finally left the old street, there were already fewer tourists around, so they intended to call a cab to go back to the hotel.

Suddenly, a blaring honk sounded from a motorcycle nearby.

Soon enough, seven to eight bikes gathered around them.