Chapter 71


    “Old Mrs. Faulkner said she didn’t give you anything when you got married, so she forged one of the


    gifts that Old Mr. Faulkner gave her in the past into these two rings,” exined Frankie. “I’ve heard that


    Old Mrs. Faulkner treasures the gifts from Old Mr. Faulkner a lot and never shows them to outsiders,”


    whispered Patrick, who happened to be next to Genevieve. He added, “It’s surprising that Old Mrs.


    Faulkner would use a gift from Old Mr. Faulkner to forge a pair of rings for Armand. No other member


    of the Faulkner family receives such treatment.” “Really?” Genevieve muttered and peered at the velvet


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    box in Armand’s hand. A pair of stunning silver rings were housed inside the velvet box. The man’s


    version of the ring was simple and elegant, whereas the woman’s version had five equal-sized grooves


    with a line of five premium pearls set into each of them. There were tiny ws on the edge of the


    grooves to hold the pearls in ce, and the sides of the grooves were carved with a fine, wavy design.


    Although Genevieve had amassed a sizable jewelry collection in the past, which included pearls and


    rings with gemstones, she now felt that those rings in her collection could notpare to the one in


    front of her at the moment. What great taste Old Mrs. Faulkner has! Just as she was admiring the ring,


    Armand lifted his head abruptly and looked at her, saying in a low voice, “Genev,e here.” She had


    never before heard him addressing her in that way. It sounds too intimate. ncing at Frankie, she


    quickly realized what Armand was going to do. Hence, she walked over and consciously stretched out


    her right hand. The next instant, Armand removed the woman’s version of the rings from the velvet box


    and ced it on Genevieve’s finger. The ring fitted perfectly on her ring finger. Wriggling her fingers a


    little, Genevieve fell into deep thought. This ring fits my finger perfectly. How does Old Mrs. Faulkner


    know my finger size? “What are you thinking?” Armand gave Genevieve a cursory nce before taking


    out the men’s ring from the velvet box and passing it to her. Stretching out his left hand, he enunciated,


    “Put it on for me.” “Okay.” Taking a deep breath, she held Armand’s hand anxiously. His fingers were


    long and slender. Genevieve nervously put the men’s ring on his ring finger. All of a sudden, she


    thought of the scene when she married Cooper in the church and exchanged rings, causing her actions


    to pause suddenly. Frankie was quietly looking on from the side. Puzzlement shed across his eyes


    as he noticed Genevieve abruptly stop moving. “Mrs. Faulkner?” He had visited City Hall to confirm that


    Armand and Genevieve were legally married. Then why… In an instant, Armand’s gaze darkened.


    Suddenly, he wrapped his hands on the back of Genevieve’s head and kissed her in front of everyone.


    It was a long and passionate kiss. Even Frankie could not help but turn away in embarrassment. After a


    considerable amount of time, Armand released Genevieve and shot her a piercing nce that seemed


    to be a warning. “Genevieve, you are my wife from the moment you married me.” His voice was so low


    that only the two of them could hear it, and it was also extremely frigid. “I won’t let you off the hook if


    you dare to think of another man in front of me again.” The sensation of his cold breath on her cheeks


    sent a shiver down Genevieve’s spine. He noticed that I was absorbed in my thoughts just now. “I’m not


    thinking of anyone. I just think that I’m too stupid,” she hurriedly exined. “Besides,paring you to


    Cooper is nothing but an insult to you.” Cooper would still be fighting for survival if it were not for her


    father, who had brought Cooper into the Rachford residence back then. Her heart was filled with


    disgust each time she thought about Cooper. Hearing that, Armand extended his left hand toward her


    once more. His expression had somewhat softened. “Put it on.” “Okay.” This time, Genevieve did not


    get distracted and slipped the ring onto the man’s finger smoothly. As soon as she put her hand down,


    Armand grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into his embrace while saying to Frankie, “She


    has no experience, so she was a little nervous just now.” “Is that so?” Frankie was stunned for a


    moment and remarked unintentionally, “The wedding of Mdm. Genevieve and Mr. Sutton back then was


    broadcast live nationwide—” “Indeed, she’s been married previously, but she stillcks experience in


    other areas.” Armand’s voice was deep and low, and his expression remained indifferent. As Frankie


    was an experienced man, he immediately understood what Armand was trying to say. A smile suddenly


    spread across his face. “Old Mrs. Faulkner invited you and Mrs. Faulkner to dinner at the Faulkner


    residence next Thursday.” Nodding slightly, Armand responded, “All right. I’ll ask the secretarial


    department to include it in my schedule.” “I shall take my leave now.” As he spoke, Frankie nodded to


    Armand and turned around to leave. Maria trailed after him to see him off. “What did you mean just


    now?” Genevieve gave the man in front of her a perplexed look. “What did you mean by—” Ick


    experience in other areas? Does he mean kissing?