Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 164

At noon, Genevieve and Armand went to the hotel’s restaurant for lunch. Soon after they returned to

the room, people came knocking on their door one after another. The people were all store managers

from various well-known women’s clothing brands from Fullmoon Mall. The managers brought with

them dozens of the current season’s latest pieces in Genevieve’s size; the styles ranging from evening

dresses to casual wear. Some of the luxury brands had reached an agreement—any item that

Genevieve set her heart upon would be removed from their stores nationwide. Genevieve spent her

entire afternoon picking out clothes in the living room, occasionally leaving her seat to open the door for

yet another store manager that came over with new pieces, while Armand moved his work to the

bedroom. At six in the evening, Genevieve was giddy with happiness, having picked out thirty outfits in

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addition to six evening dresses. Putting on a green dress that she had brought earlier, she went to the

restaurant with Armand. With square-cut emerald earrings on her delicate ears that complemented her

green dress, Genevieve radiated a cool elegance on top of her usual beauty. “This green dress looks

good on you,” commented Armand, thinking it was one of the new dresses she had chosen in the

afternoon. He raised his hand to her earlobe, caressing it, pleased with its softness. His gaze then

landed on her graceful shoulders and the small exposed area of her collarbones. “Perhaps I can buy

you another one tomorrow?” Armand murmured. Freezing for a moment, she swatted Armand’s hand

away, sensing his implication. Glancing at the man warily, she took a step away from him. Armand

grinned quietly. Arriving at the restaurant, they took a table near the window, and Armand ordered their

food after looking through the menu. Propping her chin in one hand, Genevieve looked out the window.

The hotel had built a large outdoor swimming pool over almost three hundred square meters of land

behind the building. Many hotel guests were at the swimming pool with their children, taking advantage

of the setting sun and the mild temperature outside. Reminded of the swimsuits that she had chosen

while picking out clothes earlier, Genevieve took her phone and typed: I want to go swimming after

dinner. Following her gaze, Armand looked downstairs through the window and furrowed his brows.

“We have a small pool in the suite. You can swim there later. It’ll be the same.” Genevieve shook her

head in protest, typing: The one in our suite is way too tiny – I can’t even do a lap around it. Defeated,

Armand rubbed his temples and signaled a waiter over, discreetly giving some instructions to the latter.

Genevieve put her chin on one hand and gazed at Armand as he spoke to the waiter. I love the feeling

of being spoiled, be it yesterday’s outing or picking out clothes in the hotel room today. Not only so, but

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I’ve also started disliking sleeping alone after I fell asleep cuddling Armand for a few nights—it would

feel as if something’s empty. In his presence and his embrace, I feel safe. After sending the waiter off,

Armand noticed Genevieve gazing at him. Looking up, he asked, “What’s the matter?” Genevieve

shook her head, the corners of her lips curling as she raised her glass to take a sip of water. After

dinner, Genevieve eagerly went back to change into a swimsuit. However, since Armand vetoed her

first choice—a figure-hugging white one-piece—she grudgingly put on a floral-patterned swimsuit that

came with a skirt. To Genevieve’s surprise, there was no one at the swimming pool when she got there.

She recalled the conversation Armand had with the waiter during dinner. He must have told the staff to

clear off the swimming pool. That is so unreasonable, but I enjoy it! Everyone enjoyed being doted on;

Genevieve was no exception. Before stepping into the pool, Genevieve seemed to have thought of

something as she approached Armand with a hair tie, turning her back toward him. Armand took it from

her and swiftly put her hair up in a high ponytail.