Chapter 1066


    Chapter 1066 Am I Supposed To Praise You


    Genevieve nced at her phone.


    It had been hours since she had sent the picture of her and Sean, yet Armand had not replied.


    Even so, she was not mad at him anymore. In fact, she missed him.


    Genevieve sent a text before putting on the eye mask. The farmhouse was not far away, but she was


    tired from walking around the mountain for almost the whole day.


    Half an hourter, they finally arrived at the farmhouse.


    The farmhouse was near the Dopdur Church tourist site and was the best-known farmhouse in the


    vicinity. It had argend with apple trees and pear trees nted in the courtyard.


    The weather there was humid. Not only that, it was the perfect season to enjoy pears. All the tourists


    were allowed to pick fruits from the trees and enjoy them on the spot.


    Along the way, Sean picked two pears from the trees and washed them before giving Genevieve one.


    She thanked him and took a bite out of it. It was rather sweet.


    “Mr. Faulkner, what are you doing here?”


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    Genevieve looked up when she heard her colleague''s voice, and she spotted Armand standing in front


    of some of her colleagues.


    He was wearing a casual gray shirt underneath his suit, yet he emanated a dignified aura.


    Armand smiled politely. “I was dealing with some matters not far from here, so I decided to join you


    guys when I heard you''re having dinner at this farmhouse.”


    As he said that, he looked past the colleagues and fixed his gaze on Genevieve.


    Genevieve found his gaze oddly cold. After swallowing the fruit with much difficulty, she took a few


    steps forward to ce some distance between her and Sean.


    The owner of the farmhouse brought them to the stove under the perg, informed them where they


    could find the cooking ingredients, and left.


    The editor-in-chief, Macy Green, began assigning tasks to everyone. Genevieve was assigned to


    gather the vegetables.


    After asking what vegetables everyone preferred, Genevieve got ready to leave when Macy piped up,


    “Hey, Sean. Tag along with Ms. Rachford and get a bottle of cooking oil if there''s one. I bet she can''t


    carry it.”


    Before Genevieve could even refuse, another colleague who had not left said, “Didn''t you assign Sean


    to get a few bottles of mineral water just now?”


    Right then, Armand offered, “I''ll go with Ms. Rachford.”


    Of course, Macy did not dare to make their boss work, but Armand had already left with Genevieve


    before she could say anything.


    The colleague who had spoken earlier scooted over to Macy and whispered, “Ms. Green, don''t you


    think Mr. Faulkner and Ms. Rachford look like a married couple?”


    Unfortunately, Macy was oblivious to that. “Doesn''t Ms. Rachford have a boyfriend?”


    “But no one knows who the boyfriend is. None of us met him before.” The colleague shrugged.


    Suddenly, a ridiculous thought came to her mind. “Say, do you think her boyfriend... is Mr. Faulkner?”


    Macy was taken aback. “No way. Ms. Rachford looked a bit reluctant when Mr. Faulkner offered to go


    with her.”


    After contemting for a while, the colleague realized Macy''s words made sense.


    We can''t hide the look in our eyes when we like someone. There''s no way outsiders can''t tell if they''re


    really dating each other.


    Genevieve heaved a sigh of relief after they were a distance away from the main area. She asked, “I


    bet you came here because you had nothing to do. Why didn''t you reply to my text, anyway?”


    “What do you want me to say when you sent me pictures like that? Am I supposed to praise you for


    taking an excellent picture?”


    Suddenly realizing something, Genevieve turned around and continued walking backward while facing


    Armand, her eyes twinkling as she asked, “Oh... So you came here looking for me because you''re


    mad, right?”


    Armand mumbled, “Shouldn''t I be mad?”


    Genevieve''s lips curled into a smirk. She then pretended to trip on something, causing Armand to rush


    forward and pull her into his embrace.


    Genevieve hurriedly seized the opportunity to hug him. His wide chest and pleasant scent made her


    want to kiss him badly.


    Nheless, she suppressed her urge and pulled away from him, cing some distance between


    them. “Just stay like this. We''ll talk more when we return to our amodation after the meal.”


    She feared the keen-eyed colleagues would realize something if Armand treated her a little better.