Why Are You Still Here
It was already past eleven when Genevieve woke up. She was shocked when she saw the time on her
phone but relaxed when she recalled that Armand had helped her apply for leave. Genevieve did not
see anyone in the room and assumed Armand had left. She put on a sleeping robe and walked out
barefooted. Before she could reach the living room, Armand walked out of the pantry. He was wearing
a white shirt and black pants. Armand looked fresh, and there was a satisfied look on his face. “Why
are you still here?” asked Genevieve subconsciously. Armand’s gaze swept across her and paused on
the collar of her sleeping robe. “Your house is mine, so why can’t I be here?” Genevieve was at a loss
for words. She recalled that the house was bought using his card, and she indeed could not make him
leave. Genevieve licked her dry lips and walked past him. She went into the pantry and poured herself
a glass of orange juice. Armand did not leave and leaned on the door, saying, “Make me lunch after
you go back to the room to change your clothes.” “I don’t know how!” Genevieve drank the orange juice
with her back facing him and said in annoyance, “Order some food delivery. The receptionist will send it
to the door.” Her legs were still sore, and she did not feel like cooking for him. “I saw that your cooking
looked good the other time at the Faulkner residence.” Armand stepped in and stood behind her. He
bent down and said, “I won’t complain even if it’s not good. What do you say?” Genevieve’s hand
trembled. The glass in her hands almost smashed onto the counter when she felt his breath on the
back of her neck and heard the tone of his voice. Seeing that, Armand chuckled and teased, “I haven’t
even touched you, and you’re already trembling?” Genevieve could hear the smirk in his tone, and the
tips of her ears flushed. She turned around and pushed him away with all her strength. “I’ll go and
make lunch, all right? Hurry and leave once you’re done eating.” Armand laughed when he saw her
leaving angrily and stomping on the ground. He found that she had a temper, and teasing her was fun.
Why didn’t I notice this before? Genevieve went back to the room and changed into long-sleeved
pajamas. She stood in front of the fridge and looked at the variety of ingredient inside it while biting her
fingers. Genevieve had only learned how to make stir-fried beef and salmon from Maria. Moreover, she
had made those two dishes more than ten times, asking Maria and the rest to test the taste. However,
the fridge did not have the main ingredients she needed to make those two dishes, and she did not
know how to make anything else. After standing there for a while, Genevieve instinctively picked a few
ingredients. I’m not the one who wants to cook. Armand is the one who wants me to. When it was
lunchtime, Armand had already settled some stuff and conducted a virtual meeting. He put his phone
down and went to the tiny dining area when the food was ready. His gaze swept across the table, and
the veins on his forehead throbbed when he saw the odd-looking dishes. “You’re the one who said that
you won’t mind.” Genevieve placed a bowl of pasta before him and said, “I simply made something.”
Armand was at a loss for words. He recalled the things he said half an hour ago and gulped. Armand
pulled out a chair and sat down. He lifted his fork with a heavy heart. The dishes might be a weird
combination, but the taste was okay. Armand ate quite a bit in the end. After eating, Genevieve placed
the dishes into the dishwasher and glanced at the time on her phone. She instantly ran into the living
room to look for him. “Mr. Faulkner, it’s already one in the afternoon.” Armand could hear the
excitement in her voice. She was undoubtedly chasing him away. He got off the couch and went to take
his coat, but Genevieve had beat him to it and walked to the entrance. Armand was rendered
speechless, and he calmly walked toward her. He took his coat and saw her bare feet on the wooden
floor. Her fair toes curled up, and she appeared thrilled. Genevieve pulled open the door and waited for
him to leave. However, Armand closed the door and unbuttoned his shirt, saying, “The weather forecast
said there will be torrential rain today. It’s the same if I work from home.” “No…” Genevieve was
dumbfounded. Before she could say anything, Armand bent down and kissed her. Around two in the
afternoon, the sunny skies suddenly darkened, and it started pouring. Armand turned on the lights in
the living room for some light. He did not return to the room but stayed in the living room, hugging her
as they enjoyed the rainy scenery.
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