Chapter 236


    After grabbing the device, Armand noticed that there was an ongoing video call on it.


    “Mando, don’t you dare touch Genevieve! I forbid you fromying a finger on her!” shrieked Marilyn


    when she saw Armand over the call.


    When the man stayed silent, Marilyn burst into tears before resorting to begging. “Please, Mando. Just


    listen to me, okay?”


    Following that, Armand heard the panicked voice of Marilyn’s housekeeper. “W-What’s wrong, Mdm.


    Marilyn? Are you okay?”


    The soundsing from the other end of the line were enough to tell Armand the sheer chaos that had


    erupted there.


    Still, Armand decided that it was none of his business. After ending the call, the man turned to


    Genevieve, who remained on the bed, and stared at her with his deep-set eyes. “Why were you on a


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    video call with Marilyn?”


    “She called me when you were taking your shower and refused to believe that we’re together,”


    exined Genevieve after sitting up on the bed and crossing her legs, pretending to be innocent. “She


    insisted that we do a video call.”


    In response, Armand leaned in to ce his hand on the back of Genevieve’s head and yanked the


    woman close.


    “Is that why you kissed me on purpose? Were you trying to put on a show for her?” Armand wanted to


    strangle Genevieve when he realized what she was doing just then.


    Genevieve shuddered when she felt Armand’s breath on her cheek. “Marilyn insisted that we have a


    video call, and I didn’t know how to turn her down.” The woman gazed at Armand with her puppy-dog


    eyes as she continued to defend herself.


    After pausing for a while, she continued, “It sounded like something’s going on with Marilyn’s baby.


    Don’t you think you should go check on her?”


    Armand tightened his grip on Genevieve because he knew she was trying to change the subject. “Did


    you start acting ever since we got back from the hospital?”


    “I thought we were already acting when you first married me. Is that not so?” questioned Genevieve


    rhetorically. “You’re only being nice to me because you need my blood, and I’m only doing my best to


    please you because I need you to help me get my revenge. Does that not sit well with you? Or do you


    prefer that I go back to being wary of you?”


    For all his years in the business world, never had Armand been bested in a negotiation.


    However, the man finally met his match today.


    Enraged by Genevieve’s flippant words, Armand forcefully pinned the woman on the bed and bit her on


    the lips once again.


    The man was no longer gentle with Genevieve, though. With the woman’s lips between his teeth,


    Armand wanted nothing more than to rip her apart then.


    The two had spent countless hours in bed together, but Genevieve had never seen Armand like this


    before. Frightened, she pulled away from the man and identally injured her lips.


    Just when Genevieve was about to inhale sharply because of the pain, Armand forced himself onto her


    bleeding lips again and stopped her from making a sound.


    At that moment, Genevieve began to regret her impulsiveness. Why did I have to say those words? I


    could’ve just continued to y coy.


    Armand then lifted the hem of Genevieve’s dress and ran his calloused fingers across the woman’s


    delicate skin. He could feel the way she trembled beneath him. Suddenly, his fingers brushed across


    an area of raised skin.


    Lowering his head, he stared at the burn scar on her waist. Like a tide, Armand’s anger immediately


    receded. After grabbing the nket next to him, he threw it on top of Genevieve.


    “You’re really something else. Do you know that, Genevieve?” sneered Armand at Genevieve before


    leaving the room with a grim expression on his face.


    The usually calm man mmed the door behind him so violently that Genevieve was left stunned.


    After staring nkly at the chandelier above her for a while, she climbed out of bed and went to


    shower.


    The next day was the day of Patrick’s burial. Genevieve got up early in the morning and saw the


    housekeeper preparing breakfast in the kitchen.


    “Mr. Faulkner has already left in the middle of the night,” informed the housekeeper after greeting


    Genevieve.


    It was around twelve when a loud noise disturbed the housekeeper’s slumber the previous night.


    Hence, she quietly poked her head out of her room and saw Armand exiting the master bedroom.


    The housekeeper was utterly stunned when she noticed the fear-inducing look on his face.