My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 123

Chapter 123 Tickle The Tip Of His Heart

Maria was unable to argue against Genevieve and had to let the latter drive her to the airport.

When they arrived at the departure lounge, Maria still held Genevieve's hand without letting go. With tears in her eyes, she repeatedly told Genevieve to take care of herself. "Ms. Rachford, if you're in a bad mood, then call me. Don't do anything reckless."

"Mm." Genevieve nodded obediently and waved her hand with a smile. "Well, you should hurry inside now, Maria."

"Okay." Maria reluctantly went into the departure lounge.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when Genevieve drove back from the airport.

As soon as her car arrived at the entrance of the underground garage, the security guard opened the gate and said to her, "Ms. Rachford, there's a man waiting for you in the lobby." Genevieve's first thought was that Patrick had forgotten to bring his elevator card again.

After all, that happened twice before.

However, she was also a little puzzled. Patrick has been living here with me for quite a long time, so the front desk should be familiar with him. Can't he just ask to borrow their elevator card instead? When she parked her car and took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor, she found that it was not Patrick who was waiting for her.

Armand sat in the lounge, idly flipping a magazine.

He looked up slightly and saw Genevieve coming out of the elevator. After putting down the magazine, he got up and draped the coat he left on the couch over his arm. Genevieve took two steps forward before stopping and looking at him. "Why are you here?"

"You used my card to buy this house. Can't I come and see it?" Armand was unhappy with her expression.

He asked, "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Genevieve took out her phone and saw two missed calls from Armand. "I didn't want to be disturbed when driving Maria to the airport, so I muted my phone."

Just as she was about to leave, she thought of something and looked up at the man. "Mr. Faulkner, have you eaten?"

He looked at her with a vague smile. "I've been waiting for you here since six o'clock. Do you think I've eaten?"

Whether it was in meetings or at parties, it was always other people waiting for him.

He got the address of Genevieve's new house from Steven that day and came over. However, not only could he not go up, he was stuck waiting for her for more than two hours.

"You didn't even inform me beforehand. How would I know that you were coming?" Genevieve's expression was innocent. "Maria isn't here either. I'll bring you out to eat."

"No need. Just cook whatever you want." His hand reached past her ear to press the elevator button. "Why are you calling me 'Mr. Faulkner' and speaking so formally, are you still throwing a tantrum?" She smelled the faint scent of cigarettes on his sleeve and immediately turned to the side to put some distance between them.

"I'm speaking formally because I respect you." Genevieve pursed her pink lips. She said in an insipid tone, "Don't worry. I know how to call you when I go to the Faulkner residence. I couldn't possibly dare to throw a tantrum at you."

This house was bought with his money, anyway, so he can see it if he wants.

When the elevator arrived, Genevieve entered first and looked at the man's gloomy expression. "Mr. Faulkner, aren't you coming in?"

The vein on Arman's forehead twitched, and he strode into the elevator.

Genevieve was already hungry before she got off work and thought that she could have dinner cooked by Maria when she got home. However, she ended up sending Maria to the airport. She was really starving.

After entering the condominium, she went into the small kitchen. Then, she opened the slice of black velvet cake she bought on her way back from work.

Although almost an hour had passed, the cake still tasted heavenly.

The cake melted almost immediately on her tongue, and her mouth was filled with the sweet taste of cream. The fresh mango on the cake was also sweet, making her unable to stop eating. In just a short time, she lowered her head and finished more than half of the cake.

When Armand entered the condominium, he swiftly found the pantry and cups and poured himself a glass of soda water.

He thought that Genevieve had hurried into the house to make dinner.

However, when he came out with the glass of water, he saw her standing at the dining table with a spoon in her hand, stuffing cake into her mouth. Armand was at a loss for words. He stared at the woman's back and narrowed his eyes.

She took off her coat when she entered the house, exposing the white shirt inside. The sides were tucked into her short skirt, revealing her slender waist. Since her upper body was slightly bent forward, her hips were slightly lifted.

Her feet were bare under her long and slender legs. Then, as if something bit her calf, she used the back of her other foot to rub the itchiness away. Her small, snow-white feet were immaculate, and that subtle movement seemed to tickle the tip of his heart.