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Chapter 999

Genevieve opened the thermos flask, and her brows wrinkled at the spicy aroma.

She replaced the lid and picked up her phone to text: The baked pork chops are delicious, but I can't have any of the masala chai as it's too spicy.

When she was almost done with the pork chops, Armand replied: Masala chai is good for you as it helps with circulation. I'll make you some meatballs for dinner, all right?

Since he offered a compromise, Genevieve accepted it gracefully and texted back: All right then.

After waiting for the masala chai to cool, Genevieve closed her eyes and chugged it down. She felt the sweetness and spiciness swirling endlessly in her mouth after she finished her cup and found it excruciating.

Masala chai is one of mankind's most heinous inventions.

Less than half of the masala chai remained in the thermos flask by the time she got off work that night. Genevieve could not bear another drop, so she secretly ran to the restroom to pour the rest away.

Armand sent a text to Genevieve to inform her that he was waiting at the spot he dropped her off that morning.

the car, Genevieve placed the bag containing the lunchbox and the thermos flask into the compartment next to the armrest. Armand glanced

you finish the

she continued, “I won't be having any more tomorrow, though. That drink was designed to torture

had not, in fact, finished the masala chai, he merely smiled without exposing

Genevieve to the grocer first. He pushed the cart and walked in her wake as she helped herself to a variety of ingredients she

the elevator down to the underground parking lot, Armand suddenly approached Genevieve and held the

slipped her and found

“Do you still have the taste of ginger in your mouth?”

such a

She shoved him away upon regaining her composure. “Lewd behavior like that will get you arrested,” she mumbled,

Armand chuckled softly.

opened, he grabbed the groceries with one hand, held Genevieve's in his other,

placed them into the fridge after sorting them out. “Genev,” he called Genevieve, who was in the living room, “come help me tie my

have hands of your own?” She was

want meatballs

was on the couch browsing her phone. After struggling for several seconds, she went barefoot to the kitchen counter and took

to bend over and put on the apron

his trousers, which framed his lithe waist. In addition to his

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