My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 100 Know Your Place

"Don't just stand there," Armand voiced, "Your back will hurt if you stand for a long time."

Though the man's voice was cold as usual, Marilyn spotted his concern toward her through his words. Instantly, the jealousy and frustration inside her vanished without a trace. "Okay." Marilyn smiled at him shyly. She also asked the housekeeper to prepare Armand's favorite drink and sent it to the living room.

Genevieve hadn't gotten over her grandmother's death. Thus, when she met Harriet that day, she couldn't help but be drawn by the latter upon noticing her gentle smile and kindness.

That day, as she peeled the orange and talked with Harriet, Genevieve felt an immense sense of fulfillment she had lost long ago.

Marilyn was in the living room then too. Regardless, she sensed that Harriet was more prone to speaking to Genevieve. Seeing that she couldn't even chime in, she focused on peeling the apple skin and cutting them into pieces for Armand.

Upon noticing Marilyn's actions, Harriet glimpsed at her and said, "Marilyn, do ask the housekeeper to help you with such a small matter. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

"It's okay. Armand and G-Genevieve are guests, after all." Marilyn smiled faintly and asked Genevieve, "Do you have any type of dishes you prefer?"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Harriet's eyes when she heard that.

Marilyn was usually obedient before her. However, she would start crossing Harriet's boundaries whenever Armand was around.

One could tell how hard she tried to hint to others about her affection toward Armand.

"You're wrong, Marilyn. Mando and I aren't guests." Genevieve leaned on Harriet's arm and retorted with a smile, "This is Grandma's place, so it's home. Since we're simply returning home, there is no need for formalities."

Having said that, she shook Harriet's arm and asked, "Grandma, am I a guest to you?"

"You're right. This place is home. There's no need to be shy," Harriet announced while chuckling. She was satisfied with Genevieve's attitude earlier, but now, she had fully accepted the latter.

This child is good at coaxing people and knows how to roast others perfectly. I can't help but take a liking to her.

Marilyn didn't expect Genevieve could humiliate her with just a few sentences, causing the hand she used to hold the knife to tremble.

As she trembled, the sharp blade slit opened her finger's skin, and blood immediately oozed from the wound.

Armand frowned the moment he spotted the blood coming out of her finger while sitting on the other side of the couch. He was about to grab the tissue paper from the coffee table, and a slender hand reached out and took the tissue paper box before him.

Genevieve retrieved two sheets from it, approached Marilyn, and personally wiped away the blood on her finger. "You're too careless, Marilyn."

Marilyn tried to retract her hand, but Genevieve grabbed her wrist and forcefully pressured the former to accept her "gentle" help in stopping the bleeding.

Genevieve curled the corners of her mouth into a smile and softly instructed, "You should avoid any sharp items in the future since you're pregnant, Marilyn. Armand is your brother-in-law, and he knows how to feed himself. You don't have to worry about him."

Armand's eyes darkened as he fixed his gaze on Genevieve's back.

"Thank you." Marilyn had to take a deep breath to calm herself so she could hide her pathetic look from the others. She then forcefully pulled her hand back.

After that, Marilyn tried to stand up while announcing, "I'll go check the kitchen. Please continue without me."

"That won't be necessary." Genevieve quickly placed her hand on Marilyn's leg to stop the latter from standing up and shot a smile at her.

"My family has a housekeeper who is a good cook. I've learned a few dishes from her because I planned to let Grandma have a taste of my cooking skill when I come here today. Hence, I'll take charge of dinner today."

"The Faulkner family's chefs have an experience of more than ten years. They have been working here for a long time and know more about Grandma's taste preferences." Marilyn chuckled and continued, "Since you have just only learned how to cook a few days ago, I bet you aren't familiar with the cooking techniques yet. It's better to get more practice first. Maybe next time." Genevieve wasn't willing to back down. "I know I can't fight against the chefs with my cooking skills, but I want Grandma to try my food because I like her."

She then turned to Harriet and coquettishly asked, "Grandma, would you like to try my cooking? Please give me a chance today. I promise I won't do anything reckless."

The lady of the house nodded with a smile. "Since I appreciate your gesture of respect, I will allow you to cook."

"Thank you, Grandma!" Genevieve stood up and headed toward the kitchen. Before she left, she leaned closer to Harriet and kissed her on the cheek.

Harriet didn't stop her from doing so. Instead, the grin on her face became brighter.

Marilyn was sitting right opposite Harriet. Hence, she could evidently see the smiles in the latter's eyes besides the bright grin. There was no doubt that Harriet was unduly pleased with Genevieve. When such realization dawned on her, Marilyn's face almost contorted due to anger.