My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 I Do Not Mind
In addition to the smell of alcohol in the air, there was a faint rose fragrance that piqued Armand’s interest.
He became aroused as he wrapped his arm around Genevieve’s waist suddenly and pressed her back against the wall, unable to contain the excitement of her finger tracing his lips.
He said in a low voice, “You don’t have to take a shower. I don’t mind.” With that, he leaned in and kissed her.
When Genevieve lifted her head to look at him, her mind was blank. She could not think clearly, and all she could feel was the burning sensation of the skin under her palms.
Suddenly, she sobered up a little as she felt the embrace around her waist and slapped his cheek.
As he turned around and stared coldly at her, she leaned against the wall and hesitantly said, “I-I thought you preferred men to women?”
After all, she’d taken the initiative twice, and he’d been oblivious.
Hearing that, Armand’s expression darkened, and his voice became colder. “Who said I preferred men?”
“It was Dr. Jensen who told me.” Genevieve stumbled over her words as she sensed his cold aura. “He also stated that if he could be with you, he doesn’t mind being the receiver…”

“Is that so?” Armand sneered.
The next second, he picked up Genevieve and placed her on his bed.
Next, he pushed himself on top of her and stared at her. Then, he said dangerously, “I don’t mind helping you remember what happened that night in the hotel!”
One of the bedroom’s windows was open. The air in the room gradually became more intimate and romantic as the breeze blew in.
Abruptly, the phone on the bedside table lit up and vibrated.
As the phone was constantly vibrating unceasingly, Armand picked it up and threw it on the floor.
The phone bounced a few times on the floor before switching off due to the violent impact.
Genevieve’s long black hair was strewn across the white pillow at the time. As she gazed at the glazed chandelier atop her, tears welled up in her eyes.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Steven’s voice could be heard saying, “Mr. Faulkner, you have a call.”
He paused for a moment before adding, “It’s Ms. Wood.”
Armand’s desire had completely vanished as a result of the last part of Steven’s words. He quickly regained his composure and reverted to his usual icy demeanor.
After getting out of bed, he put on his shirt that was resting on the back of the chair before walking barefoot to the door.
“Did you answer the call?”
“She called three times in total, and I answered the first time.” Steven bowed his head. “She inquired as to your whereabouts and why you had not returned her call…”
Armand frowned as he remembered that he had just thrown the phone to the floor.
After the fall, the phone most likely turned off.
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