My Flirtacious Husband

Armand then held his right hand up to her, and she slowly started removing the necktie.
His entire palm was covered in dried blood, and the flesh on the side of his fist looked like it had been slit open by a huge piece
of glass.
Genevieve simply glanced at the wound before disinfecting it and wiping off the bloodstains around it.
As Armand lowered his head, his gaze fell upon the fair skin of her exposed nape.
“Why did you have lunch with Cooper earlier?” he asked calmly.
“Your secretary asked him to have lunch here before leaving. He came up to me when he saw me in the cafeteria. I can’t just
ignore him and walk away, can I?” Genevieve replied without even looking at him.
Armand sneered. “Why not?”
“He came to do business with you, didn’t he? Behaving rudely toward him would give your employees a bad reputation,”
Genevieve said.
“Everyone knows he’s your ex-husband. Have you forgotten what you posted on Twitter about him a few days ago? What would
others think after seeing you have lunch with him today?” Armand asked coldly in a deep voice.
“How would they feel if they found out about me being your wife, then? You invited my ex-husband over to discuss business. I
bet that’d shock them even more!” Genevieve snapped back at him with a snort.
Noticing that he was merely glaring coldly at her in silence, she sprayed some disinfectant on his wound and tossed the can
back into the first aid kit.
“There, I’ve treated your wound. Can I go now?” she asked as she got to her feet.
“No.” Armand grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto his lap.
He then narrowed his eyes when he saw the faint mark on her right ring finger.
“Where’s the ring, Genevieve?” he asked.

Having been caught completely off guard, Genevieve blinked in surprise for a few seconds before replying calmly, “I lost a lot of
weight a while back, and the ring slipped off my finger without me realizing it. I had Dagna help look for it, but she wasn’t able to
find it.”
Hmm... Her fingers do indeed look a lot thinner than before...
“I’ll have a jewelry company send us a catalog so you can pick out a new pair of rings.”
Genevieve nodded. “Okay.”
“Give me your phone,” Armand said while holding his hand out.
Genevieve stared at him briefly before placing her phone in his bandaged hand. “The password is six ones in a row.”
With a gloomy look in his eyes, Armand unlocked her phone and deleted her two Twitter posts before handing it back to her.
“Genevieve, you are my wife for as long as we remain married. I may be doing business with Cooper, but I want you to stay
away from him.”
“Armand, are you jealous?” Genevieve asked with a chuckle.
She then leaned in close as she continued, “There’s no reason for you to be jealous, okay? I know full well that I’m your wife,
and I’ve been staying away from Mr. Sutton ever since I woke up after my miscarriage. He was the one who came to me today.
As for the Twitter posts, I only did it for the sake of Specter Corporation’s stocks. It’d be a waste to not take advantage of my
post’s popularity.”
Genevieve knew exactly what he was thinking and explained everything to him patiently, but her words only made his frown
deepen.
“Wait for me after work. I’ll take your car home today,” Armand said calmly while letting go of her waist.
Genevieve stood up from his lap and adjusted her clothes. “Our department will be having a gathering tonight. Ms. Griffin says
we’ll be having barbeque and karaoke, so I’ll be going home late.”
Although Armand was displeased by the timing of her gathering, he didn’t stop her from going either. “Give Steven a call after the
karaoke session. He’ll go pick you up.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’m not feeling well, so I won’t be drinking,” Genevieve replied.
Recalling what Timothy told him about Genevieve’s visit to the hospital yesterday, Armand said nothing further and simply
watched as she left his office.
He furrowed his brows as he massaged his forehead and noticed the scent of her perfume on his bandages.
D*mn... How did we end up like this? Genevieve used to have a bright smile on her face all the time. Even when she couldn’t
speak, she would always look at me coquettishly to express her affection. Now, she looks like she’s putting on an act all the time,
both in front of me as well as others.