Chapter 1000
Chapter 1000 Indigestion
Armand handed a te of rinsed blueberries to Genevieve and smacked her buttocks to send her out to the living room to amuse herself.
Genevieve clutched her butt and red at him. “Brute!”
“What did you say?” Armand narrowed his eyes and leaned over as if to kiss her.
Genevieve grabbed her blueberries and ran.
After an arduous preparatory stage, Armand made over a hundred meatballs. He cooked some, ced the rest into a container, and stored
them in the freezer.
If Genevieve gets hungry in my absence, Rosa can just take some out to cook.
Though meatballs of this style were small and had little meat, the outeryer would be delightfully crisp once cooked. The stock was
made of chicken broth Armand had prepared the night before, which made the meatballs taste exceptionally sweet and delicious.
Possibly due to an increased appetite caused by her period, Genevieve only felt full after consuming two whole bowls of meatballs and a
butter biscuit.
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Genevieve stroked her bloated belly guiltily after her meal. “Butter biscuits are fattening. I shouldn''t have eaten that.”
Armandughed. “What''s done is done. I''ll exercise with you once your period passes.”
Unable to stop himself, he touched Genevieve''s belly. Her skin was soft and delicate, and her waist was slim as always. He could grab it with
one hand.
Armand''s gaze darkened as his throat turned dry.
Genevieve smacked his hand aside and hurriedly pulled her shirt down. “Did you purposely improve your culinary skills to seduce me, Mr.
Faulkner? I remember you told me you liked me long ago and even found a substitute to kill time.”
“That''s right.” Armand tore open a bottle of yogurt for her to ease her digestion. “I know you love food, so I practiced my culinary skills hard.
Cooking is not the only thing I''m good at...”
Genevieve epted the bottle of yogurt. Her cheeks flushed a bright red when she heard thetter part of his speech. “Hold it!”
Armand rumbled inughter as he draped his arm across the back of the couch. “I was going to say that aside from cooking, I''m good at
giving massages. I can also fly a helicopter, ride a horse, and golf. I can keep youpany if you want to try any of those activities.”
“Were you thinking about something else?” he went on with raised eyebrows. “What were you thinking of?”
This scoundrel is toying with me!
Genevieve was so angry that she choked. “I was thinking about nothing!” she said coldly with a steely expression.
Armand noticed that she took a big gulp and that some of the yogurt flowed from the corner of her lips. Shepped it up innocently, though it
appeared otherwise from his perspective.
Armand wanted nothing more than to press her against the couch, kiss her passionately, and leave his mark on her body.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the animalistic urge before leaning closer to Genevieve. “You don''t have to call me Mr. Faulkner when
we''re alone. It feels too formal.”
“Are we very close?” Genevieve raised her eyebrow at him.
“I am your boyfriend,” Armand emphasized.
Genevieve was just about to say something, but his words had her forcing it back. She stared at his face for a couple of seconds before a glint
of mischief shed across her eyes.
“I''ll call you Sir, then. How is that?”
Armand froze for a moment before chuckling as if in a splendid mood.
Genevieve was puzzled by hisughter. “Do you think you''re a young twenty-seven-year-old? You''re already past thirty! It''s unconscionable
to even think of you as an older brother.”
Armand held her cheeks and lowered his head to kiss her.
Genevieve red at him fiercely after he pulled away. “Are you a kissing addict, you scoundrel? Why do you keep kissing me? Do you think I
have no self-worth?”
Armand touched the corner of her lips with a finger. “I''ve had too much to eat. I need help digesting.”
Genevieve was rendered speechless.
Have some yogurt if you''re having indigestion. Would my mouth help with your digestion by you kissing me?