Chapter 229 Do Not Go For Treatment
Genevieve came out of the master bedroom less than half an hour after Armand left.
She had changed into a short-sleeved white crewneck shirt and a pair of jeans that accentuated her shapely legginess. Her hair was bunched up with both hands before it was secured with a hairband.
With her brows perked up and a sprightliness about her, she was in a much livelier mood today compared to yesterday.
Unable to react quickly enough, the housekeeper was not able to avoid bumping into Genevieve. At first stunned, she then quickly bowed her head. “Good morning, Mrs. Faulkner.”
“Mm, good morning to you as well.” After she had done up her ponytail, Genevieve went over to the dining room, pulled out a chair, and settled herself down chirpily. “What do we have for breakfast?”
“We have your favorites, oat milk and soy milk, and also some bagels.”
“In that case, I’d like to have the oat milk, please.”
That was met by the housekeeper’s vocal affirmation. Dagna went on to busy herself at the kitchen island and returned with a glass of oat milk and a plate of bagels, which she placed on the dining table. In return, Genevieve offered a word of thanks before she pulled up the feed on her phone to read while she tucked in.
Taking a rag with her to clean up the dining room, Dagna stole a quiet glance at Genevieve as she passed.
That housekeeper had been working at Swallow Garden long before Genevieve’s marriage to Armand was formalized and had also waited on Genevieve for some time while she was there prior to Genevieve’s relocation to Regality Gardens.
Many a housekeeper from Swallow Garden had been dismissed by Steven, with only three of the older ones retained; she was one of them.
The night before, Steven had called to inform her to come over to Regality Gardens to serve Genevieve.
Harriet’s unexpected passing was cause for no small furor, and that particular housekeeper was also privy to the news. However, she could not help but feel that Genevieve had no reason whatsoever to kill Harriet when she met the latter coming in that day.
It also came to the housekeeper’s attention that Genevieve was the only woman Armand had kept close to him and fawned upon.
Dear me. Mr. Faulkner’s sounded so serious when he left this morning that I thought I’d be done for had I awoken Mrs. Faulkner.
As there were not that many bagels to begin with, Genevieve got through them fairly quickly.
Afterward, she checked back inside the bedroom again and reemerged with a bag in hand. “I’m going over to the beauty salon, Dagna. Don’t prepare lunch for me, as I may not be back in by noon.”
“All right.” Dagna nodded and continued to work her vacuum cleaner around the living room.
The smile faded from Genevieve’s lips somewhat after she entered the elevator.
When she pressed the button for the ground floor, a thought struck her. Then she pulled out her phone to send a message via WhatsApp.
Genevieve: I’m headed down to the beauty salon, Mr. Faulkner, and might only be back in the afternoon.
Previously, Armand had been busy and would usually only reply to her after he was done. That might be in a couple of minutes, half an hour, or even an hour later.
This time, she got a response in less than two minutes.
Armand: Don’t go for treatment. You are not well.
Genevieve: I know that. That’s why I’ll only be asking for a massage and to have my hair washed. I won’t be doing a facial.
Armand: Good to know.
Genevieve had just closed the app when Cooper’s message came in, informing her of his arrival at the south gate of Regality Gardens.
When the elevator arrived, Genevieve strode out in a hurry.
Upon reaching the south gate, she swiftly spotted a black Bentley parked by the side of the road.
Cooper was dressed in a shirt and black dress pants. His towering and slender frame was propped up against the chassis of the car. He kept his eyes transfixed on the south-facing entrance until Genevieve came out. Although in a fine mood relative to where he was at the day before, his heart still weighed heavily upon him.
Without letting his emotions show, he retrieved a violin case from the backseat.
“Have you got it already?” asked a surprised Genevieve.
Opening up the case, she ascertained that it was indeed the Night Breeze that was inside before she replaced the lid. “How long did you all spend talking it over?”
“Three minutes,” replied Cooper.
Actually, it had taken him less time than that. After he had shown Marilyn that video, her expression had gone from delight to distress, and without waiting on Cooper, Marilyn had gone up to the second floor to fetch him that violin herself.
