Chapter 317


    Armand didn''t expect Genevieve to fall asleep before he did. I guess she has been working hardtely


    and exhausted herself... He caressed her cheek and held her closer to him.


    When Genevieve woke up, she realized faint lights were streaming in from the gap between the


    windows and had illuminated the dark room.


    Genevieve turned on themp and checked her phone to figure out what time it was.


    Her initial intention was to take a nap, but she ended up sleeping until six o''clock in the evening.


    "Are you up?"


    Genevieve turned her attention over and saw Armand lying beside her. He rested his head on his hand


    and was staring at her lovingly.


    The shirt he had on was ridiculously wrinkled, and the buttons at the top of that shirt were left


    unbuttoned, revealing his Adam''s apple and a small section of his tanned skin.


    If it hadnt been for the fact that he didn''t blink his eyes, Genevieve would''ve thought that he could


    actually see.


    She cleared her throat a little and looked away from his exposed skin before getting out of bed. "Why


    didnt you wake me up? Mr. Turner said that he wanted to hang out during lunch."


    Armand grinned and chuckled. "Why would I wake you up? My desire has always been to sleep next to


    you."


    For a moment there, Genevieve was at a loss for words. She ignored him and went to the bathroom to


    freshen up.


    She had just gotten a new outfit out Of her bag when someone knocked on the door.


    The server had shown up to ry a message to Genevieve. "Mr. Turner would like to invite you and Mr.


    Faulkner to room 228 to have dinner together."


    "Okay, got it. Thank you: replied Genevieve. She nodded and closed the door after that.


    After she got ready, she realized that Armand''s shirt was as wrinkled as ever, so she called Steven and


    got him to send Armand''s luggage to her room.


    She grabbed a fresh shirt from the luggage and shoved it at Armand.


    He stood there without moving. "You were sleeping on my arm earlier, so I cant move it now," said


    Armand.


    "Quit it with the lies. There''s no way I''d sleep on your arm for that long,"ined Genevieve in an


    annoyed tone.


    She assumed that Armand was just beingzy, so she bottled up her feelings and helped him take Off


    his shirt while having a grumpy expression on.


    When she actually took his shirt Off, however, she saw a huge red mark on his arm. The scowl on her


    face faded and guilt filled her.


    She didn''t say another word as she helped him put his shirt on.


    Armand noticed her silence and chuckled. "Is there a mark on my arm? Is that why you stopped


    "Why didn''t you move your arm away? It aches now, right? Well, serve you right," muttered Genevieve.


    After she buttoned up his shirt, she helped him put on a pair of sunsses and took him out of the


    room.


    When they reached the private room, they saw how the table was practically full. Almost everyone who


    was invited to lunch was there.


    The only one missing was Xavier.


    Genevieve didnt pull up a chair until Armand sat down.


    She turned her attention to Martin and apologized, "I''m so sorry, Mr. Turner. I promised to y poker


    with everyone this afternoon, but my husband had too much to drink and was feeling ufortable. I


    had to Stay in the room to take care Of him."


    "Oh, it''s fine. Everyone had too much to drink and was resting in their rooms, so no one showed up for


    the poker game," replied Martin as he waved his hand dismissively and chuckled.


    He added, "Lets have juice and leave the alcohol out for tonight."


    Martin wanted everyone to have a good time, so dinner was even more luxurious than lunch.


    Every time Genevieve would grab some food, she would have to get closer to Armand. That was when


    she would whisper and tell him what dish was in front of him. If he wanted some, he would get it


    himself.


    They worked in sync, but Armand still moved a little too slowly and some noticed it.


    Quentin was one of the ones who noticed it and he looked at Armand before whispering to the guy


    beside him.


    "Is it just me, or is Mr. Faulkner rather slow when he eats?"


    "Maybe his head is still hurting," said the other guy. He was still recovering from the incident at lunch


    and was still reeling in his fears. "Mr. Faulkner downed three sses Of wine, so there''s no way he can


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    regain full function Of his body within that short time."


    "No, that''s not it. I think he''s blind," replied Quentin as he stroked his chin.


    The other guy was shocked. He looked at Quentin and whispered,


    "Don''t talk bullsh*t like that. He was bruised from hitting his head.


    That''s why he has to wear a pair of sunsses."


    ''Yes, but ifs probably just a small bruise, so why would he need a pair Of sunsses?" said Quentin.


    He didn''t buy that story at all. "I''m going to test him. Let''s see if heis still drunk or if he''s blind."