My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 423 His Kisses Came Fast And Furious

After she was done with the photography session, Genevieve went off to the lounge and waited quietly at the side.

Less than two minutes later, Jan came over to her.

"I've bought that violin for my daughter, who is also fond of the instrument," said Jan to Genevieve. "That being said, I was wondering if you would be willing to become my daughter's music teacher?"

"I'm not a professional violinist, Mr. Wasco." Not expecting that he meant to put forward such a request of her, Genevieve shook her head and declined, "With your reputation, you could practically hire any internationally renowned music teacher you want."

Jan smiled bitterly. "I did try that before, but the teacher gave up after two days, refusing to do it again for any amount of money."

"Is your daughter very mischievous?" Genevieve asked.

"No." Jan fell silent briefly and then sighed, "My daughter is severely autistic."

That daughter of his was an only child and one whom he had begotten late in his life. He had not planned for his wife to conceive again owing to her poor constitution, and it came even less expectedly to him that the girl was afflicted with such a condition.

Seeing how fond his daughter was of the violin, Jan sought to replace her a music teacher to instruct her in the proper use of the instrument. Unfortunately, she kept driving her teachers crazy, time and again.

Being a mother herself, Genevieve understood how dear children were in the eyes of their own parents, so she asked Jan for a name card. "I'll contact you when I'm available, but no promises whether or not your daughter would drive me away."

Jan's lips broke into a wide smile. "Thank you for this."

By the time they were done talking, Genevieve realized that there were not that many guests left inside the banquet hall.

Seeing that Armand and Sylvie were not around, she assumed that they had already left.

While Genevieve walked, she griped quietly to herself about how Armand got through the entire evening without looking at her once.

Boy, was he quick to slip away with his lover the minute the banquet ended!

While waiting for the elevator, Genevieve ran into two girls who were in the uniforms of the hotel's waitresses. A peculiar look washed over their faces when they saw her.

Both followed her into the elevator, and when the door closed, one of them told Genevieve, "While I was downstairs, I overheard Mr. Faulkner confirm with his secretary that he'll be staying over at this hotel tonight. Suite 8888. Everything has been prepared, so are we to proceed in accordance with your plan?"

Unable to make any sense of that, Genevieve turned to ask one of them.

In response, that waitress fished out a bottle from her pocket and sprayed its content in Genevieve's face, and soon after, Genevieve saw the room spin around her...

After he was done sorting out his affairs, Armand dragged his weary body back to the room that he had booked. After he swiped his card and entered the doorway, the lights in the living room automatically lit up by themselves.

While pulling off his tie and making his way into the bedroom, he discovered that someone was lying on her side on the large and cushy bed.

In these recent years, his counterparts from the corporate world had often seen him cavorting in the company of women. Hence, every once in a while, there would be some amongst them who would get funny ideas and start sending women straight to his bed.

Sylvie, too, might be even more creative than they ever were in that regard.

Armand's expression darkened, and he wanted to turn around. That was until he spied that the woman in the bed was wearing a black dress.

Beneath the hem of her dress, a pair of fair, slender legs were left exposed. The slightly curled-up toes on them were exquisite and so very alluring...

The man stood there quietly and briefly. Then, he reached for the switch on the wall to turn the light off.

As soon as the entire room darkened, the light from beyond the floor-to-ceiling window came flooding in, partially illuminating the room and that marvelous body that lay on the bed.

Armand walked over to the bed and removed the bindings covering the woman's eyes.

Genevieve's head still felt woozy.

Forcibly taken to that room by the two waitresses, she was cuffed around the wrists and bounded around the eyes before being left on the bed. She had positively no idea how long she had been lying there. Lifting her head to survey her surroundings, she found the room unlit and extremely dark, so much so that she was not able to make out the man's features.

She could only work out who the man was by the subtle fragrance of cigars that she was able to pick up on him.

With great difficulty, Genevieve sat up from the bed. She only discovered that her mouth had been gagged when she wanted to talk to him.

Propping up Genevieve's chin with his fingers, Armand reeled her in and said gently, "Switching up your approach again today?"

Genevieve was taken aback as soon as she realized that he had mistaken her for Sylvie. She became so upset that she quivered all over and let out two muffled grunts to try to get the man to remove her gag. Reaching around to the back of Genevieve's head, Armand undid the lacy strap. Genevieve took the opportunity to spit out the gag and try to say something, only to have the man lean in with a kiss and pin her down onto the mattress.

His kisses came fast and furious, snuffing out any openings she might have had. He was not gentle in any way imaginable and, in compelling her to reciprocate, left her without time to even catch her own breath.

In the darkness, she could hear the sound of fabric ripping.