Genevieve had thought Cassandra had her quirks, but she had never imagined the latter would resort
to such dirty tactics. “Cassandra was the one who sent over our department's medical reports in the
morning. They weren't in sealed envelopes, so she must've read mine before entering the office and
learned I have a coagulation disorder. That's why she hatched such a plan. That b*tch! She's much
more capable than me, and many are way more capable than her. Why doesn't she just be emo about
it instead of taking it out on me? Is it a crime to be beautiful?”
My, my. She's quite vain indeed.
Suppressing a smile, he asked, “What does 'emo' mean?”
“It's a popular internet slang word for crying and being upset,” Genevieve explained, having just
recently discovered the word on Twitter.
After eating to her heart's content, she drank the probiotics Armand handed her to help with digestion.
“I want to return to work tomorrow morning,” she said.
Noticing that she still looked pale, Armand could not help feeling worried. “Why don't you stay here for
one more day? I'll deal with Cassandra tomorrow.”
Genevieve waved her hand dismissively. “She's picking on me, so how can I ask a guy to take care of
it? I'll go to work tomorrow and make sure that b*tch never dares to cross me again!”
Seeing how determined she was, Armand had no choice but to relent.
At around nine o'clock that night, Genevieve wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up and change into
pajamas. She had planned to walk there herself, but Armand carried her into the bathroom at once.
After putting her down, he squeezed out some toothpaste on her toothbrush, then hung her towel on a
hook within her reach.
Worried that she would slip on the bathroom tiles, he suggested, “Why don't I stay and accompany
you?”
Genevieve was utterly stunned by his actions.
She placed her hands against the washbasin and gazed at him with a dubious look. “Are you sure your
ex-wife was really merely a substitute? From the looks of it, you seem to have lived with her.”
Her expression turned cold as she continued, “Did you... do it with her?”
I can't help suspecting I've had the wool pulled over my eyes.
For a moment, Armand was bereft of words. Judging by the look on her face, I'll land myself in big
trouble if I answer “yes.” Besides, while we were eating the other day, I swore I never touched other
women. This situation will be the death of me!
After a few seconds, he finally answered nonchalantly, “Nope. I'm no caring soul, but seeing that you're
injured, I should help you with everything.”
In the end, Genevieve still believed him and waved for him to leave the bathroom.
She felt much better after removing her makeup. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw
Armand placing several bottles on the table.
Hearing some movement, he turned around and glanced at her, then went and carried her to the bed.
He rummaged through the bottles for a small one. “I brought a rose-scented mask for you. Do you want
to put it on now?”
“Okay,” Genevieve replied, lying on the pillow.
When Armand leaned in to help her apply the facial mask, she furrowed her brows suddenly. “How do
you know about facial masks and how to put them on? Where did you learn all this from?”
How jealous can she get? She makes a big deal over every little thing I do! But I suppose that's a good
thing. It means she still loves me.
Armand took his phone from the table and gave it to Genevieve. She saw he had an app about beauty
opened on his phone, and he had been looking up nighttime skincare routines for women.
“That's smart of you to look that up,” she murmured. Then she closed her eyes. “Go on, then.”
Armand used a small spatula to scoop out the jelly-like facial mask. Little by little, he applied an even
layer to Genevieve's face. Soon, the faint scent of roses permeated the air.
Her skincare products were all customized and came with sky-high price tags.
Armand applied an even layer of the facial mask on her face. It did not look heavy or greasy at all.
Instead, it made her skin look soft, smooth, and radiant.
Restraining the urge to kiss Genevieve, he took out a lip mask and helped her to apply it.
Perhaps it was because his movements were so light and gentle that Genevieve dozed off while she
had her eyes closed. Armand pulled the covers over her, then went into the washroom to wash up.
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