My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Teasing Him

At seven-thirty in the evening, Armand brought Steven to Swallow Garden.

Once they arrived, the house was clattering with noise. Following the noise's source, Armand found Genevieve and Patrick playing games on the couch.

From Armand's angle, Genevieve was in his direct line of sight. She had her knees pulled up to her chest.

She seemed to like the color green a lot as she wore an emerald green nightgown that covered her fair and long legs that day. Her bare feet looked fragile, and her toes were wiggling around, making her seem anxious.

Looking at her beautiful feet, Armand gulped.

He passed his coat to a housekeeper before walking into the living room and sitting on the corner of the couch in front of Genevieve. "Genevieve, can you change your posture?"

As far as Armand remembered, Genevieve had always sat elegantly, whether she was in the living room or during meals. She was a well-mannered, distinguished lady.

"This is my private quarters, not the company. I can sit in whatever way I like, and it's comfortable like this," Genevieve answered without looking at him since she was busy with her game.

While she spoke to him, she wiggled her toes again, almost teasingly.

Steven, who came in after Armand, stood quietly at the side.

He noticed something had changed with Genevieve ever since she woke up that morning. Currently, she seemed to be teasing Armand.

He coughed loudly when he noticed that Patrick was too focused on the game.

"Why are you coughing, Steven? Have a cough drop if your throat doesn't feel well." Patrick did not understand the signal. He was surprised when he lifted his head to see an expressionless Steven and Armand, who were frowning from the couch.

"Hahaha, Armand, you're home." He laughed awkwardly while turning off his game.

"Patrick, what are you doing! We're in the finals! Do you want me to lose?" Genevieve got angry when she saw Patrick disconnecting suddenly and kicked the latter.

Meanwhile, Patrick deftly avoided her foot and slipped away from the couch to stand beside Steven.

Due to Patrick's sudden leave, she lost the battle in three seconds and only earned third place. She was so irritated she threw her phone on the couch and gritted her teeth.

Armand placed his coffee on the table and glanced at her. "Done playing?"

"I'm done." Genevieve leaned forward to grab a piece of honeydew and put it into her mouth before changing her posture on the couch leisurely.

Her dress hiked up and revealed her legs to the man. With one hand hanging on the couch's backrest, Genevieve looked at Armand and asked lazily, "Is there anything you need from me, Mando?" Since they were at home, she did not wear make-up and was bare-faced. However, she still looked beautiful with her fair and supple skin despite having zero make-up. Furthermore, her gaze exuded a trace of aloofness.

Armand noticed the change in her mood. He remembered the time when she first moved into Swallow Garden. Even when he told her she was the lady of the house, Genevieve remained cautious with her actions, as if she was a small animal living under someone else's roof, afraid of being abandoned once again. She would treat him with the intention of pleasing him.

However, the worry hidden in that woman's eyes went away, and her eyes were brighter than before. She looked comfortable now, as though she had dropped all pretense and assumed her identity as a wanton lady from the Rachford family.

Armand did not know if she was tired of pretending or whatnot. However, he knew life was more interesting now that she was herself.

His eyes lit up with interest, and he took another sip of coffee. "Follow me back to the Faulkner residence for dinner."

"Huh? Okay," she agreed while twirling strands of her hair with her finger.

Suddenly, she sat up and leaned over to him. "What kind of daughter-in-law does Old Mrs. Faulkner favor? The bubbly and cute type, or the elegant and composed lady?"