My Flirtacious Husband

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“He broke Ryan’s bones, so I told Cooper to break his as well. I also gave Cormack the drug Maria put

in my food and sent the video to Samantha. Mr. Faulkner, I know Samantha’s your aunt, and I can’t

harm her. However, I can’t just let things go so easily after all the attacks and slandering I’ve endured.”

Genevieve stared at Armand unblinkingly. “You won’t blame me for it, right?”

Armand was initially planning to ask her about it when he got back.

Now that she had told him everything, there was nothing left for him to say.

He grunted in response, still looking calm. “If you’ve got any problems in the future, get Steven to

handle it. Reduce your interaction with Cooper.”

“Okay.” The corners of Genevieve’s lips lifted. She took the bowl beside his hand and filled it. “This

soup is delicious. You should have more, Mr. Faulkner.”

Armand’s hand paused in mid-air as he was taking some vegetables. He cast her a glance and asked,

“Can you change your form of address?”

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Right then, he recalled the words she had typed into her memo.

Before he could say anything, Genevieve mumbled, “Did I ever say anything when you call me by my

full name? Fine. I’ll just call you Mando.”

She placed the bowl of soup beside his hand. “Here, Mando. Have some soup.”

Though Genevieve was calling him Mando just like how she did in the past, her tone sounded different.

Armand’s gaze darkened.

After dinner, Genevieve pestered Armand to keep her company as she finished the remaining pages of

her book.

Hence, Armand hung around in the living room to keep her company. Occasionally, he would deal with

some WhatsApp messages.

It was not until eleven o’clock that Genevieve finally finished her book. At that point, she refused to

walk and insisted Armand carry her back to the room.

Carrying her in his arms made him feel as if he was holding a dangerous time bomb. Her hair smelled

citrusy, and her body smelled faintly of roses. It was making him lose his inhibition gradually.

Worried he might not be able to control himself, he threw Genevieve onto the bed and went into the

bathroom to wash up.

The moment he entered the bathroom, the phone he had placed on the bedside table vibrated.

At first, Genevieve wanted to ignore it. When she noticed the caller was Marilyn, she smirked, took the

phone, and answered it. “Are you looking for Mando? He’s gone to take a shower.”

Marilyn remained silent on the other end of the phone for quite some time. It was as if she did not

expect Genevieve to answer after all her efforts of calling Armand.

After coming to her senses, Marilyn snarled, “Why are you with Mando?”

“Marilyn, have you become stupid after being pregnant for so long?” Genevieve taunted. “Armand and I

are a married couple. Of course, we live together.”

“Mando didn’t even want to marry you. He did it for me!” Marilyn spat at the other end of the call. “Both

you and I have a rare blood type. Mando was worried I might lose a lot of blood during childbirth. That’s

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why he got married to you and stayed by your side. You’re just a mobile blood bank.”

“Yes, I know about this already. Is there anything else?” Genevieve asked. “Did you think I’d get angry

after finding out about this and get into a fight with Armand before divorcing him?”

She uttered everything Marilyn had wanted to say, which left the latter choking in shock.

Genevieve laughed. “Marilyn, do you think I’m a stupid three-year-old kid? Patrick is just one of

Mando’s subordinates. Now that he’s dead, then so be it. Mando, on the other hand, is the real deal.

He’s rich and powerful. I can easily achieve anything I want as his wife. I got married to such a rich and

handsome man. Why would I want to divorce him when I have the power to make all the girls jealous of

me?”

“Dream on!” Marilyn was on the verge of losing control over her emotions. “Mando will divorce you. I’ll

make him divorce you. Who do you think you are?”

“Who do I think I am?” Genevieve chuckled. “Armand Faulkner’s wife, of course.”

Marilyn was so mad she was spitting nails. “Shut up! You’re just a mobile blood bank. If I didn’t need

your blood during my childbirth, you would be nothing. Mando’s mine. He was and always will be! Do

you really think you can snatch him away from me?”

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