Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

It was already past eleven when Genevieve woke up. She was shocked when she saw the time on her phone but relaxed when
she recalled that Armand had helped her apply for leave. Genevieve did not see anyone in the room and assumed Armand had
left. She put on a sleeping robe and walked out barefooted. Before she could reach the living room, Armand walked out of the
pantry. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. Armand looked fresh, and there was a satisfied look on his face. “Why are
you still here?” asked Genevieve subconsciously. Armand’s gaze swept across her and paused on the collar of her sleeping
robe. “Your house is mine, so why can’t I be here?” Genevieve was at a loss for words. She recalled that the house was bought
using his card, and she indeed could not make him leave. Genevieve licked her dry lips and walked past him. She went into the
pantry and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Armand did not leave and leaned on the door, saying, “Make me lunch after
you go back to the room to change your clothes.” “I don’t know how!” Genevieve drank the orange juice with her back facing him
and said in annoyance, “Order some food delivery. The receptionist will send it to the door.” Her legs were still sore, and she did
not feel like cooking for him. “I saw that your cooking looked good the other time at the Faulkner residence.” Armand stepped in
and stood behind her. He bent down and said, “I won’t complain even if it’s not good. What do you say?” Genevieve’s hand
trembled. The glass in her hands almost smashed onto the counter when she felt his breath on the back of her neck and heard
the tone of his voice. Seeing that, Armand chuckled and teased, “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already trembling?”
Genevieve could hear the smirk in his tone, and the tips of her ears flushed. She turned around and pushed him away with all
her strength. “I’ll go and make lunch, all right? Hurry and leave once you’re done eating.” Armand laughed when he saw her
leaving angrily and stomping on the ground. He found that she had a temper, and teasing her was fun. Why didn’t I notice this
before? Genevieve went back to the room and changed into long-sleeved pajamas. She stood in front of the fridge and looked at
the variety of ingredient inside it while biting her fingers. Genevieve had only learned how to make stir-fried beef and salmon
from Maria. Moreover, she had made those two dishes more than ten times, asking Maria and the rest to test the taste. However,
the fridge did not have the main ingredients she needed to make those two dishes, and she did not know how to make anything
else. After standing there for a while, Genevieve instinctively picked a few ingredients. I’m not the one who wants to cook.
Armand is the one who wants me to. When it was lunchtime, Armand had already settled some stuff and conducted a virtual
meeting. He put his phone down and went to the tiny dining area when the food was ready. His gaze swept across the table, and
the veins on his forehead throbbed when he saw the odd-looking dishes. “You’re the one who said that you won’t mind.”
Genevieve placed a bowl of pasta before him and said, “I simply made something.” Armand was at a loss for words. He recalled
the things he said half an hour ago and gulped. Armand pulled out a chair and sat down. He lifted his fork with a heavy heart.
The dishes might be a weird combination, but the taste was okay. Armand ate quite a bit in the end. After eating, Genevieve
placed the dishes into the dishwasher and glanced at the time on her phone. She instantly ran into the living room to look for
him. “Mr. Faulkner, it’s already one in the afternoon.” Armand could hear the excitement in her voice. She was undoubtedly
chasing him away. He got off the couch and went to take his coat, but Genevieve had beat him to it and walked to the entrance.
Armand was rendered speechless, and he calmly walked toward her. He took his coat and saw her bare feet on the wooden

floor. Her fair toes curled up, and she appeared thrilled. Genevieve pulled open the door and waited for him to leave. However,
Armand closed the door and unbuttoned his shirt, saying, “The weather forecast said there will be torrential rain today. It’s the
same if I work from home.” “No...” Genevieve was dumbfounded. Before she could say anything, Armand bent down and kissed
her. Around two in the afternoon, the sunny skies suddenly darkened, and it started pouring. Armand turned on the lights in the
living room for some light. He did not return to the room but stayed in the living room, hugging her as they enjoyed the rainy
scenery.