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Chapter 897

Thirty minutes later, Armand carried Genevieve out of the shower stall. At that time, the bathtub was already filled with water.

He placed her gently in the bathtub.

Though Genevieve's arm was feeling slightly sore, she remembered the promise she had made earlier. She went to Armand's back, got to her knees, squeezed some shower gel onto his back, and began rubbing it.

The restlessness in Armand's heart returned when he felt her soft hands rubbing against his back.

Suddenly, he let out a chuckle.

Genevieve poked his back and raised a brow, asking, “What are you laughing at? Is it because of my amazing service?”

Armand said, “I thought of the time when you first took off your clothes in front of me.”

Genevieve froze for a few seconds before remembering the incident he was referring to.

That was the time when she wanted to help him shower, to thank him for bailing her out of the police station. However, he rejected her offer.

playing in her mind, she lowered her head and bit Armand on his shoulder. “You obviously wanted to bed me that time. Yet, you had

you to think of other men while

raised a brow, feeling a

back, she scooted to the front. Her knees hurt a little from kneeling on the porcelain bathtub. Hence, Armand let her sit on

wash away the foam on his chest, she saw the horizontal scar

Genevieve

scar. “Why does it look so

want to. If I went for a scar removal surgery, the tattoo you like will be gone. Besides, I

so horrible here,” Genevieve mumbled, staring at the

only one who

and his chest. And now, there's another one from the heart transplant. He's so young, yet he's covered

nose stung. She felt bad for the pain her lover

the scar near his

the other hand, felt a burning sensation in the area where

her forehead against his. “Don't call me darling all the time. Use

bring himself to use something else, for he was too used to

it normal to give your wife a

not going to say it, aren't you?” Genevieve

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