Chapter 999


    Chapter 999 Who Wants To Get In Your Bed


    Genevieve opened the thermos sk, and her brows wrinkled at the spicy aroma.


    She reced the lid and picked up her phone to text: The baked pork chops are delicious, but I can''t have any of the mas chai as it''s too


    spicy.


    When she was almost done with the pork chops, Armand replied: Mas chai is good for you as it helps with cirction. I''ll make you some


    meatballs for dinner, all right?


    Since he offered apromise, Genevieve epted it gracefully and texted back: All right then.


    After waiting for the mas chai to cool, Genevieve closed her eyes and chugged it down. She felt the sweetness and spiciness swirling


    endlessly in her mouth after she finished her cup and found it excruciating.


    Mas chai is one of mankind''s most heinous inventions.


    Less than half of the mas chai remained in the thermos sk by the time she got off work that night. Genevieve could not bear another


    drop, so she secretly ran to the restroom to pour the rest away.


    Armand sent a text to Genevieve to inform her that he was waiting at the spot he dropped her off that morning.


    Upon entering the car, Genevieve ced the bag containing the lunchbox and the thermos sk into thepartment next to the armrest.


    Armand nced at it before starting the vehicle.


    “Did you finish the mas chai?”


    “Of course I finished it.” Genevieve''s lips twisted in displeasure as she continued, “I won''t be having any more tomorrow, though. That drink


    was designed to torture humans. I still have the taste of ginger in my mouth.”


    Though Armand guessed from her words that she had not, in fact, finished the mas chai, he merely smiled without exposing her.


    Armand brought Genevieve to the grocer first. He pushed the cart and walked in her wake as she helped herself to a variety of ingredients she


    intended on having him cook for her.


    After buying their things and taking the elevator down to the underground parking lot, Armand suddenly approached Genevieve and held the


    back of her head as he kissed her.


    Genevieve tasted the toffee he slipped her and found it pleasantly sweet.


    Armand brushed her cheek. “Do you still have the taste of ginger in your mouth?” he asked with a smile.


    He is such a flirt!


    Genevieve''s cheeks burned. She shoved him away upon regaining herposure. “Lewd behavior like that will get you arrested,” she


    mumbled, her mouth sticky with toffee.


    Armand chuckled softly.


    When the elevator doors opened, he grabbed the groceries with one hand, held Genevieve''s in his other, and walked out.


    Upon arriving back at Regality Gardens, Armand first took out the groceries from the shopping bags and ced them into the fridge after


    sorting them out. “Genev,” he called Genevieve, who was in the living room, e help me tie my apron.”


    “Don''t you have hands of your own?” She was reluctant to go to him.


    “Do you want meatballs or not?”


    Genevieve was on the couch browsing her phone. After struggling for several seconds, she went barefoot to the kitchen counter and took the


    apron from the man''s hands.


    She waited for him to bend over and put on the apron for him.


    The hem of his shirt was tucked into his trousers, which framed his lithe waist. In addition to his stern appearance, he looked abstinent and


    cold.


    Genevieve was tying the strings at Armand''s back when a mischievous idea struck her.


    She pulled his shirt out from his pants and tickled him forcefully at the waist, wanting to watch him squirm.


    Armand did not move. Instead, he turned around to look at her. “Are you that impatient to get in my bed, Genev?”


    “Who''s getting in your bed?” Genevieve retracted her hand, puzzled at how he did not feel ticklish despite the vigorous assault she subjected


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    him to.


    Armand leaned over close to her. “I want you to.”


    Genevieve understood what he implied. She blocked his approaching forehead with two fingers and pushed him away before sticking her


    tongue out at him.


    “Keep. On. Dreaming!”


    Armand chuckled at her childish behavior.


    He was worried before that the psychologist''s method would fail and that she would forget everything between them.


    It seems now I have been worrying for nothing. Just like before, she is still fond of relying on me and only shows her adorable side to me.