Chapter 170


    Chapter 170 Must You Torture Yourself


    Hearing what Armand said, Genevieve frowned slightly.


    Armand would not know, as he was an amateur. A musician’s hands were even more precious than


    any instrument. Their hands were as important as their lives. If they injured their hand, they would


    definitely rest and recuperate. They would not keep practicing and risk losing the ability to y for the


    rest of their lives.


    Does Marilyn not cherish her hand?


    Genevieve thought miserably. When she inadvertently lifted her head, she noticed the profoundness in


    the man’s gaze. He seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and there was a hint of faint gentleness


    in his eyes.


    A sense of jealousy filled her heart immediately. She squeezed Armand’s face and stepped out of his


    arms, taking a nket and wrapping herself in it.


    Looking at her throwing a tantrum, he said resignedly, “Isn’t this what you asked me?”


    Genevieve extended her leg and kicked him. Then, she handed him her phone from inside the nket


    with a text that read: I was just asking how you got to know each other. Did I ask you to go into such


    detail? The situation happened a long time ago, but you remember it clearly. How amazing you are.


    Armand was speechless when he read the message.


    After a while, he reached out his hand to pull the nket that was covering Genevieve. Seeing how she


    refused to let go out of spite, he moved his hand in from the corner of the nket, touched her waist,


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    and tickled her. Genevieve, who was under the nket, began to dodge his hand.


    Before long, she could not take it anymore and pulled down the nket whileughing. Her hair was


    strewn across the pillow.


    Armand leaned forward to kiss her, swallowing her heavy breathing.


    He only kissed her briefly before restraining himself and letting her go. Caressing her hair to help her


    rx, he uttered, “We’ll sleep now, okay? Our flight back tomorrow to Jadeborough is at ten in the


    morning.”


    Genevieve nodded. As hey back down, she nuzzled into his arms again, waving her phone at him.


    There was a typed message: Which hospital was it? Was it in Xedells?


    Armand gave her a sidelong nce but ignored her. Pressing her head against his chest, he took her


    phone away from her grasp. “Are you trying to torture yourself?”


    The more he resisted saying anything, the more Genevieve insisted on knowing. She grabbed his arm


    and shook it while staring at him.


    The shaking made him agitated but helpless. “If you know which hospital we met at, are you nning


    to destroy it so it’ll be out of sight and out of mind?”


    Genevieve nodded before pulling out her phone, typing: If you financially support it, yeah, I’ll destroy it.


    She had no idea when it started that she had a sense of possessiveness; she only wanted Armand to


    be hers alone.


    The thought of him having been in a long-term rtionship with another girl, pouring a lot of


    enthusiasm into her, and disying a gentle gaze when thinking about their past made her feel uneasy.


    Armand nced at the phone and raised his hand to touch her earlobe. “You can’t destroy General


    Hospital even if you have the money. You can destroy me, though.”


    General Hospital?


    Genevieve was stunned for a brief moment. Then, she took Armand’s arm and shook it before asking:


    The one in Jadeborough?


    “Yes.” Armand smelled a faint pomegranate scent from her body and felt his own body heating up,


    which was slightly torturing.


    His breathing became irregr, but he controlled himself in the end.


    When he yanked Genevieve’s phone away, she turned around and sat on him. Her hair slipped from


    his cheeks and eyes as she lowered her head slightly. It was slightly ticklish.


    Genevieve’s gaze moved across Armand’s face as if she was looking for something. A surprised look


    shed past her eyes.


    She recalled how Armand had just mentioned that he was admitted due to an eye injury.


    At that time, Marilyn already had some fame in the music industry. However, the violin sound he heard


    sounded like a beginner, and it was also in Jadeborough’s General Hospital.


    The past that she had almost forgotten became vivid in her mind all of a sudden.