Chapter 42 You Did Much Better Than The Previous Time
Because of the blackout, every other part of the room was shrouded in darkness except the couch. Genevieve thought that the room was so quiet that she could even hear her own breathing.
She became even more nervous as she helped Armand treat his wound.
To calm herself down and break the silence, Genevieve spoke. “Thanks, Mando. I owe you one.”
Armand knew what she was thanking him for, and his gaze darkened under the dim light.
After a brief pause, he responded, “Since we’re already married, it’s only right for me to protect you. You don’t owe me any favor. If you were injured that night, then I would’ve failed as a husband.”
Genevieve was well aware of their relationship. Nonetheless, she still felt her heart skip a beat when she heard the second half of his words.
For whatever reason, Armand had always been giving her an indescribable sense of security.
“Oh,” Genevieve replied in a fluster before lowering her head and carefully bandaging him.
When she wrapped the bandage around his chest, she could clearly see a bellflower tattoo about the size of a coin on his right chest with the light from the flashlight.
Upon taking a closer look, she noticed that there seemed to be a bullet hole under the flower petals.
Genevieve suddenly recalled Patrick’s words and guessed that it was from the shot that almost cause Armand his life.
“Mando, did you get this tattoo of a flower to cover the bullet hole?” Genevieve asked out of curiosity.
It must hurt, doesn’t it?
As she stared at the bellflower intently, she was completely unaware of the close proximity between them and how intimate they seemed.
Armand was always quite good at restraining his desires. However, Genevieve was too close to him at that moment, and she was almost sitting on his lap.
Her towel had also slipped off, revealing her soaked nightgown. A few strands of her black hair stuck to her fair neck, seeming innocent yet alluring.
After a long while, Genevieve still didn’t get a reply from Armand and thought that she had hit his sore spot.
Just as she was about to apologize, she looked up and found that she was inches away from him.
Her body stiffened instinctively. In the next second, Armand held the back of her head and pulled her closer.
“You did much better than last time,” Armand said in a deep voice.
Genevieve could feel his warm breath on her face.
Feeling the slightly ticklish sensation on her face, she subconsciously placed her hand on his chest. Her head spun as she quickly remembered the last time she took the initiative to seduce him. He mocked that she seemed like a zombie.
“R-Really?” She was so nervous that she started to stutter.
For some reason, when she boldly tried to seduce him countless times before this and even lay in his bed in her nightgown, she never felt anything.
However, now that she was merely too close to Armand, she felt nervous being enveloped by his scent.
Under the dim light, Armand saw that Genevieve seemed nervous as she bit her lip. Her small actions seemed to be silently seducing him, causing his abdomen to tighten.
With his thumb, he slowly pried open her tightly pursed lips and gazed at her intently.
Genevieve got even more nervous when he touched her lips. After noticing that he didn’t continue after a while and simply stared at her, she quickly understood his intentions.
Genevieve lowered her head shakily and kissed him.
Just as the atmosphere in the room turned passionate and Genevieve was about to kiss him, the electricity suddenly came back on.
Soon, Patrick’s voice could be heard outside the door. “Armand, Steven went to the basement to check and found that the circuit breaker had tripped. He was worried that you were still working on your computer and sent me to take a look… Huh? Why is the door open…”
When he walked over, Patrick noticed that the bedroom door was wide open. The passionate scene on the couch left him dumbstruck.
Genevieve immediately jumped off the man’s lap and ran out with her head down.
“Armand, I didn’t mean to disturb you guys.” Upon noticing that he had disrupted something, Patrick scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Who would have thought that during the blackout…”
Armand wore a dark expression as he bellowed, “I don’t need your help with anything. Get lost!”
“I’ll leave right away.” Just as Patrick turned around to leave, he suddenly recalled something and poked his head into the bedroom again.
“Oh right, Armand. Pierre called Steven just now and said that someone else won the pink diamond in the auction.”
Hearing that, Armand furrowed his brows. “Didn’t I tell him that he had to get it no matter how much it cost?”
“The other party was bent on winning the pink diamond and increased the price with every bid.” Patrick continued, “After Pierre responded to an emergency text, the diamond was already auctioned off.”
Armand then remembered that on the day Pierre went to the auction, the latter seemed to have responded to an emergency text sent by the former amidst the event.
It seemed that Armand himself accidentally caused them to lose the pink diamond.
After a momentary silence, he ordered Patrick, “Check on who the buyer was and get Pierre to negotiate with them. We have to get it back.”
“There isn’t any other pink diamond of such in the world. Even if Pierre went to negotiate, I doubt that the other party would sell it…” Patrick mumbled in distress.
He then asked, “But Armand, why are you so hell-bent on buying this pink diamond? Is it because you want to gift it to Mrs. Faulkner?”
“Are you tired of staying at Swallow Garden and want a change of scenery?” Armand shot him a glare.
A chill ran down Patrick’s spine, and he scurried off.
