Chapter 157


    Chapter 157 Coax Her A Little


    When Armand put on another slipper for Genevieve, he could feel her body stiffen. He raised his head


    and saw Genevieve staring at him.


    A few strands of hair fell in front of her face and covered her eyes.


    “What is it?” As though noticing Genevieve was displeased, Armand lowered his head and nced at


    the slippers on her feet. “Is it the slippers? Wear them for now. You can pick another er.”


    Genevieve could not reply with her damaged vocal cord. Wearing the slippers, she stood up from the


    chair and headed straight toward the elevator.


    Armand put her high heels into the shoe box and held it before following Genevieve inrge strides.


    After entering the elevator, Genevieve pressed the button to level one and had no intention to shop


    anymore. Armand only snuck a nce at her calmly.


    When Genevieve was shopping in the mall, she was unaware that time had passed. The sky had


    already darkened when they came out of the mall.


    They had spent almost a day in the mall.


    There was a night market beside Fullmoon Mall. The market was well-known in Springwyn because


    famous delicacies from all over the country could be found there.


    The foot traffic at the market was greater than that in the mall once it opened at night.


    Not wanting to return to the hotel, Genevieve followed the people and entered the night market in her


    slippers.


    Once she stepped into the alley, she saw that on both sides were stalls selling various types of snacks


    and trinkets.


    Some vendors were standing in front of their stalls, raising their voices to attract tourists. The scent of


    many types of snacks vaguely filled the air.


    Genevieve was slightly depressed aftering out of the mall. But now that she had stepped into the


    night market, her spirits lifted as she smelled food.


    “Come, take a look! Candied fruit! Delicious candied fruit!”


    Hearing the shouts of the vendor, Genevieve hastily ran to the stall.


    There were candied strawberries and many types of fruits on the ss disy counter. They looked


    appetizing.


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    Swallowing a lump in her throat, Genevieve poked the ss and looked at the vendor.


    “Do you want a candied fruit?” The vendor instantly understood her meaning. He was about to get one


    when a tall figure stood behind Genevieve.


    “No, she can’t have it.”


    Exasperated, Genevieve typed in the notepad of her phone: My throat doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s fine if I


    take small bites.


    Armand was very tall. Thus, he could read the words on her phone when he slightly lowered his head.


    “Your throat is seriously damaged. It won’t recover in just one day. This type of sweets is harmful to


    your throat. You can’t have it.”


    Genevieve: It’s fine as long as I can speak in the future. Besides, I don’t rely on my voice to earn a


    living!


    Ignoring Armand, Genevieve pointed at the ss counter again, signaling the vendor to bring her the


    candied fruit.


    “Well…” The vendor felt immense pressure as the man behind Genevieve exuded an imposing aura.


    He stuttered, “M-Miss, your throat is not well, so just forget about it. Your husband is doing this for your


    own good. After your throat recovers, I’m sure your husband will allow you to have as many as you


    want.”


    Genevieve’s face fell. She showed the vendor her phone with a message that read: He’s not my


    husband! I don’t know him!


    She used an exmation mark at the end of her sentence. It was clear that she was furious.


    Seeing that the vendor refused to sell the candied fruit to her, Genevieve pulled a long face and left in a


    huff.


    “Did you two get into a fight?” The vendor talked to Armand, who had not left yet. “My wife also acts like


    that. It’s my fault when she doesn’t sleep well. It’s also my fault when she’s annoyed. No matter what


    she does, it’s always my fault. I can only coax her. Your wife can’t talk because her throat is not well.


    It’s natural for her to have a bad temper. It will be fine if you coax her a little.”


    Armand listened and thought the vendor was right.


    Genevieve was still happy when she was choosing the jewelry in the mall. She even told me that she


    deserved them. But she got mad again after her heels bled because of her stubbornness.