Chapter 169


    Genevieve’s finger moving across Armand’s chest tickled him. He grabbed her hand and looked down


    at her, noticing that her eyes were bright, seemingly contented. Armand chuckled. “Are you satisfied?”


    he asked in a deep voice. Genevieve looked at Armand with a quirked eyebrow as though he asked a


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    ridiculous question. When it was time to pay, Genevieve tipped the tattoo artist an additional five


    hundred. The said artist was ecstatic. The tattoo artist personally sent them off and reminded


    Genevieve that she coulde and find him whenever she wanted to get a tattoo, promising that she


    would definitely be satisfied with it. When Genevieve and Armand finally returned to the hotel, it was


    already one in the morning. It was dark and quiet outside. Genevieve, however, was not sleepy at all.


    She went to the bathroom to do her skincare. Once she was done, she walked out and climbed onto


    the bed. Genevieve fell into Armand’s embrace and rested her head on his arm. Shey t on the bed


    so that it was easy for him to read what she was typing on her phone. She queried: How did you and


    Marilyn meet? “Why do you love to ask questions like this?” Moreover, Armand had started to realize


    that after every time she asked, she would overthink and end up getting into a small fit. Rubbing her


    ears gently, the man mumbled, “Let’s sleep.” Genevieve suddenly turned around to face him before


    writing: Not talking about it means that you’re still thinking about the past. She looked at him with doubt


    in her eyes. Armand stared at her, speechless. “I met her at the hospital,” he finally answered in a low


    voice. Genevieve: Why was it at a hospital? The woman blinked her eyes curiously. Then she typed out


    another question: Marilyn was probably already pretty well-known in the music industry when you two


    met, right? Did you happen to recognize her at the hospital and got together after finding an opportunity


    to talk to her? “No.” Armand did not want to talk about the past, but he was afraid that if he did not,


    Genevieve might bother him about it the entire night, and she might even start overthinking. Therefore,


    while ying with Genevieve’s long, ck hair, he calmly replied, “Back then, I had sustained an eye


    injury that forced me to stay in the hospital. Marilyn was staying in the ward next to mine. During that


    time, I didn’t know that she was talented in music because back then… She wasn’t that good at ying


    the violin.” Huh? When Genevieve heard that Armand’s eye had been injured, she was suddenly


    reminded of something. A long time ago, she was admitted to the hospital because of tonsillitis. There


    was an older boy staying in the ward next to hers. He had thickyers of gauze taped around his eyes


    as though they were severely injured. However, Genevieve did not believe in such a coincidence, so


    she brushed it off. She continued to type on her phone: You must not know how to appreciate talent,


    then. Even I heard of the few ssical music pieces that Marilyn performed when she first entered the


    music industry. Everyone praised that her ying was heavenly. Although Genevieve did not take a


    liking to Marilyn, she had to admit that thetter was indeed incredibly musically talented. Marilyn was


    hailed as a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy in the music industry. With her in the industry, no one dared to


    im themselves to be number one. Upon reading that, Armand released a chuckle. “Although I never


    listened to any ssical music back then, I was still able to tell if someone’s skills were great or not. At


    that time, she was ying like a rookie who just started learning. It was only after that I found out she


    had been admitted to the hospital because of a hand injury.” It was because Marilyn’s wrist had been


    injured that she did not dare to use so much strength in ying the violin, which led to her ying out


    of tune. When Marilyn was practicing in the hospital, other people probably said that her ying was


    unpleasant to hear. However, at that time, Armand had thought that it sounded heavenly. The melody


    was quick and a little bit out of tune, just like a burst of spring water that washed away every bit of


    tiredness and confusion that he had been feeling. When Armand was in the hospital, he would go out


    onto the balcony every morning to hear her y the violin next door. It had seemed like in order to


    practice, Marilyn always patiently yed the same song over and over again. Armand would listen to


    her quietly. Until now, he still liked that song a lot. Sometimes, he would notice that her ying was off.


    Armand would realize that Marilyn was getting frustrated, and he wouldfort her. However, she


    would never reply and instead continue to y the violin. After that, however, it sounded better. Since


    their rooms were near to each other, their balconies were basically stuck together. Marilyn would


    sometimes sit on the balcony and eat there when she was tired of practicing. She would also share her


    food with Armand. There were snacks like sweet mangoes, crackers, macarons, and fruit gummies.


    Aren’t these snacks that someone around the age of seven would have? She’s already a teenager.


    Why does she still like this so much? was what Armand thought when he opened the gummies’


    packaging.