My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 174

Chapter 174 Do You Want Some More

Armand could not stand Genevieve's continuous pleading and called the hotel's restaurant. About ten minutes later, a waiter brought in two plates of fresh fruits and a strawberry smoothie. Genevieve carried the glass of smoothie and enjoyed it cozily in Armand's arms.

At the same time, after watching the tutorial video of braiding hair on his tablet once, Armand divided Genevieve's hair into a few strands. Then, his fingers crossed through her hair back and forth quickly, and soon, her hair was tied in a beautiful braid.

Genevieve's eyes brightened. She wanted to praise Armand, but she could not type in her phone at the moment. Therefore, she scooped a spoonful of smoothie and led it to his mouth.

Armand frowned as he did not fancy sweet food. Nonetheless, he lowered his head and drank it.

Brushing away some hair sticking at the corner of Genevieve's lips with his finger, he asked calmly, "You said you know a secret of mine. What is it?"

Genevieve smiled and dug another spoonful of smoothie, not answering his question.

She knew that the older boy fourteen years ago was Armand, but Armand did not know it was actually her.

I wonder how he would react when he replaces out the truth. I bet it'll be interesting!

Seeing Genevieve tilting her head and having no intention of taking her phone, Armand seized her smoothie away from her hand, raising it high. "Tell me what the secret is, and I'll give it back to you," he said. Genevieve gritted her teeth in secret. She wanted to reprimand him for being childish, but then she remembered she still had some smoothie in her mouth.

All of a sudden, she leaned toward Armand and kissed his lips.

As Armand pressed his hand against the back of Genevieve's soft waist to push her closer toward himself, he could taste the strawberry smoothie between her lips.

He thought the strawberry flavor was sickly sweet when he had it just now, but now, it tasted totally fine to him.

Moreover, he could not get enough of it as he licked the corner of her lips.

The tips of their noses touched, and Armand's eyes darkened. "Genevieve, where have you learned this from?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

She's not a mermaid but a seductive minx! How can she be so flirty?

Genevieve blinked her watery eyes at Armand and cocked her eyebrows in a captivating look. She mouthed to him, "Sir, do you want some more?"

Armand gulped. He paused for a few seconds before passing the glass of smoothie, which he had held high up, to her.

Genevieve and Armand stayed in Springwyn for another two days. They planned to fly back to Jadeborough in Armand's private plane.

The next morning, Genevieve spent her time sticking with Armand in the suite. Sometimes, when he had to deal with urgent matters of work, she would just read books in the room.

At about 1 p.m., Genevieve changed her clothes. Her back felt a bit painful, so she made an appointment with a masseuse at the hotel to have a spa.

Since it was within the hotel, Armand did not ask Steven to follow her.

Genevieve came back from the spa when it was past 5 p.m.

Perhaps her body was too weak and could not endure the pain, but when she returned, she looked drained of energy, and her face was pale.

Armand watched her as she occasionally supported herself against the wall as she walked. At night, he wanted to carry her into the bathroom, but Genevieve slapped his hand away with a face full of wariness. Genevieve: I had cupping therapy just now, so I can't bathe. Plus, my body still hurts! Get a hold of yourself!

Armand was speechless.

At 10 a.m. on Saturday, Genevieve and Armand headed to the airport in the chartered car prepared by the hotel. After the security screening, they boarded a private plane parked at the airport.

On Genevieve's eighteenth birthday, her father had given her a private plane as her present as well. However, it was only a mini one.

The private plane she was currently onboard had a luxurious interior design that was comparable to a six-star hotel suite.

It was equipped with basically everything-an audio room, a working office, a bathroom, a bedroom, and an all-rounded dining place.

After seeing that private plane, Genevieve finally understood that her family could not be counted as a prominent family at all. Only a family like the Faulkners was considered prominent. To them, buying a private plane was like buying a toy.