In the next second, Genevieve frowned and shot daggers at Armand. “What makes you think you're my
boyfriend? Did I agree to it?”
“You sat down and ate the breakfast I made. I took that to mean you approved of my cooking skills and
agreed to be my girlfriend.” The man chuckled. “Oh yes. I marinated some pork loins earlier, which
should be ready by noon. I'll make you baked pork chop for lunch later.”
After a slight pause, he sighed. “Oh wait, I forgot I'm still not your boyfriend. Let me get rid of all the
food now.”
With that said, he pushed his chair away and stood up, ready to clear the dishes on the table.
Genevieve, who had yet to satisfy her hunger, immediately grabbed the man's wrist upon seeing his
action. “Why are you so petty? I'll pay for the dishes; is that fine?”
“I'm sorry,” Armand rejected heartlessly. “Only my girlfriend gets to eat my cooking.”
“Fine, I'll agree to it!” Genevieve hastily uttered. In truth, she had already agreed to it since last night.
The reason she was annoyed was that he had seen her in a nightdress just now.
We've only met a few times, after all. How can he suddenly appear at my house? Who wouldn't be
surprised if they were in such a situation?
Armand sat down at the dining table.
Glancing at the hand grabbing onto him, he was intrigued by how attractive and slender it was. But at
the same time, he felt his heart ache at the sight of the faint scar on the wrist.
He had asked the doctor to perform a scar removal surgery on Genevieve. However, the scar could
only be reduced and not completely removed.
An indescribable pain pricked his heart, and in response, he grabbed Genevieve's wrist and planted a
kiss on that scar.
Genevieve felt a slight itch as a result of his action.
Perhaps because Armand was too tender with his kiss, but she was not repulsed by it and merely
retracted her hand a little instinctively.
In response, the man grabbed her tightly and stopped her from withdrawing her hand further. With his
other hand, he fished out a sandalwood rosary bracelet from his pocket. The beads on it were tiny and
had prayers carved on them.
Genevieve detected a light scent of sandalwood—it was like a soothing breeze, so fresh and
invigorating it could leave one feeling at ease.
The bracelet twirled around Genevieve's wrist thrice, fitting her just perfectly.
“Is this a gift?” There was a tinge of disdain in Genevieve's eyes as she glanced at the rosary bracelet
on her wrist. “But I prefer a bangle or an emerald bracelet.”
I have several drawers of jewelry in my walk-in closet. If I leave them there to collect dust, then what's
the point in buying them in the first place?
Armand grunted a response and gently brushed the rosary with his fingers. “I polished every bead
myself. The prayers on them were hand carved by me too.”
He was a free thinker.
However, if religion could protect his loved one, he would unconditionally place his faith in the gods he
never believed existed.
These beads are so tiny. I wonder how this guy managed to carve prayers on them? Genevieve could
not imagine it at all.
“Wear it from now on, and don't remove it,” Armand uttered. “You can wear your other pieces of jewelry
on the other wrist. These beads are made with high-quality sandalwood. Smell it when you're tired as
it'll also make you feel relaxed.”
Genevieve could attest to that since the light sandalwood scent had calmed her down earlier even
when she did not bring the bracelet close to her nose.
Without hesitation, she accepted the gift.
“Since I gave you a gift, shouldn't you also give me something in return?” Armand asked.
“How about I buy you a wristwatch?” Genevieve responded.
The man did not see the need for another watch. In truth, she had given him a wristwatch a few years
ago, and he had been wearing it since.
Armand lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her. “Give me a kiss.”
At the thought of that sudden kiss he planted on her last night, Genevieve immediately placed her
fingers on his lips and shoved him away. “I want to eat the steak now. It won't be nice once it turns
cold.”
Armand laughed silently.
While Genevieve returned to her room to put on makeup after breakfast, the man washed the plates
and took another look at the pork loins in the oven before removing his apron and leaving it on the
kitchen counter.
Shortly after, Genevieve walked out with her hands on her ear, seemingly struggling to put on her
earrings.
At the sight of that, Armand approached her, took the pearl earring from her grip, and gently put it on
for her.
He also grabbed the bag from her shoulder and put it on his.
At the doorway, Armand opened the shoe cabinet, and after asking what Genevieve wanted to wear, he
pulled out the black pointed high heels from the second rack and got down on his knees to put them on
for her.
Throughout the entire process, the man was so skilled and natural it made Genevieve feel as though
they were a couple who had been married for a long time. It was almost like such behavior was a daily
routine to them.
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