My Flirtacious Husband

Genevieve’s face was inches away from Armand’s. She found his breath bitingly cold, and she shivered involuntarily in response.

Nonetheless, she did not show signs of backing away. She met Armand’s gaze and retorted, “Why, Mr. Faulkner, aren’t you aware of the messy relationship between Cooper’s father and your Aunt Samantha? Cooper was merely a pawn in Samantha’s hands. She tricked him into killing my parents.”

Armand’s gaze darkened as he demanded, “Does this mean you’re letting him off the hook?”

“Yes. He has also expressed his remorse to me.” Genevieve’s lashes quivered. “Plus, Coop and I—”

Her husband interjected curtly, “Don’t call him that.”

At the same time, he tightened his grip on the back of her head, clearly expressing his displeasure.

Genevieve took a deep breath and instantly dropped the term of endearment. “I grew up with Cooper, and he’s my ex-husband. We have a lot of history together.”

Armand’s displeasure ballooned, and he jeered, “You’re a real saint. You can even forgive the person who killed your father.”

In the past, Genevieve would have fired a scathing reply back at Armand.

him a small smile. “Drive us back to Regality Gardens, Mr. Faulkner. Talking about serious

before moving back to his seat and

some mints in the armrest compartment. She grabbed one and ripped open the wrapper. “Are you returning to the office

to push

an acknowledgment while fiddling with the mint wrapper. “How are you going to deal with Grandma’s death? Can I return to work at Central Group’s translation

grip tightened slightly on the

favor him even as Armand suspected her knowledge of his horrid behavior. She was one of the few people in the Faulkner residence who had made him feel

death was naturally a

Harriet like her biological grandmother. Plus, with her injured vocal cords back then, how could Genevieve have infuriated

who the culprit was, but his hands

to deal with the news.

that case, please ask Steven to help me apply for a few more days of leave.” Genevieve lowered her gaze. “It’s Patrick’s funeral tomorrow. I want to give him a final

after a moment of

into the compound of Regality Gardens in a jiff. After parking

ascended, and the air in the elevator