My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 95 No Harm Flirting With My Husband

Armand could smell the faint camellia fragrance coming off her body, and he lifted his eyebrow slightly. "Decide on your own."

"No way. I'm going back with you to meet the elders as your wife. I must leave a good first impression." While speaking, Genevieve reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder, then continued, "Maybe I should be ladylike. Most elders prefer that."

"Since you've decided, why ask me?"

"I wanted to know your thoughts." She leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "If you like something else, I can bring another set of clothes and only show it to you?"

He grabbed her wandering hand and looked at her innocent expression, then narrowed his eyes as he moved closer to her. "Is this your true color? Do you like to flirt, or has that medicine created a problem in your brain? Should I ask Timothy to give you a check-up?

Slipping her arms around Armand's neck, she blinked. "You're my husband. Can't I flirt with you?"

He kept mum to her question. However, Genevieve ignored his observant eyes and pulled away from him. She opened her bag on the couch and took out an exquisite necklace. "Here, Mando. You dropped it at the hotel. I brought it back for you."

Her arms went around his neck again to put it on him and reminded him gently, "I know this is important to you. Be careful and don't drop it again."

"Mr. Faulkner, Mrs. Faulkner, dinner is ready," Maria called out in the direction of the living room after coming out from the kitchen.

Genevieve immediately got out of the man's embrace and ran toward the dining room in her slippers. "It smells so good, Maria. Did you make braised beef?"

Maria smiled. "Yes. I made roasted pork too."

"Wow. That's great!"

Meanwhile, Armand remain seated on the couch.

He turned slightly and saw Genevieve looming over the dining table to pick up a piece of beef with the fork. She blew on it before feeding herself, and her expression became cheery immediately after. Her pink tongue poked out of her mouth to lick the stain off her lips.

It was a casual action, but when he saw it, his eyes narrowed, and his heart pounded rapidly.

She looked as if she had stopped caring, including what he would do to her, and did whatever she wanted.

For some reason, he felt annoyed.

Now that she was back to Swallow Garden and had a familiar bed, Genevieve had a good sleep.

Early the next morning, she woke up and finished washing up and changing into her formal clothes before going downstairs for breakfast.

Coincidentally, Patrick also came out of his room. When he saw Genevieve, who came down to the first floor, he was surprised. "Huh? Aren't you going to the Faulkner residence with Armand? Your outfit looks like you're going to the company?"

"That's at night." She went to the dining table and pulled out a chair to sit before continuing, "Besides, I haven't visited the company for the past few days."

He arched his eyebrows. "It's your company. It doesn't matter if you go or not.”

"It's Mando's, not mine. Since I took this job, I must ensure it goes well." She poured some sauce on a sauce plate, her tone calm.

Although she had only joined Central Group for a day, Genevieve thought the work was tiring. However, there were many things she had never experienced before.

Setting aside her relationship with Armand, she genuinely wanted to work hard in Central Group.

"Oh, okay." Patrick dug into his food. However, he stole a glance at her and thought she was completely different after waking from her three days of unconsciousness.

When the duo was almost done with their breakfast, Armand descended the stairs slowly.

He received an email from a company overseas last night, and thus he had a virtual meeting until roughly four in the morning. That was why he slept an extra half an hour that morning. "Are you going to the company today?" He eyed the formal attire on Genevieve.