Armand then held his right hand up to her, and she slowly started removing the necktie.
His entire palm was covered in dried blood, and the flesh on the side of his fist looked like it had been slit open by a huge piece of glass.
Genevieve simply glanced at the wound before disinfecting it and wiping off the bloodstains around it.
As Armand lowered his head, his gaze fell upon the fair skin of her exposed nape.
“Why did you have lunch with Cooper earlier?” he asked calmly.
“Your secretary asked him to have lunch here before leaving. He came up to me when he saw me in the cafeteria. I can’t just ignore him and walk away, can I?” Genevieve replied without even looking at him.
Armand sneered. “Why not?”
“He came to do business with you, didn’t he? Behaving rudely toward him would give your employees a bad reputation,” Genevieve said.
“Everyone knows he’s your ex-husband. Have you forgotten what you posted on Twitter about him a few days ago? What would others think after seeing you have lunch with him today?” Armand asked coldly in a deep voice.
“How would they feel if they found out about me being your wife, then? You invited my ex-husband over to discuss business. I bet that’d shock them even more!” Genevieve snapped back at him with a snort.
Noticing that he was merely glaring coldly at her in silence, she sprayed some disinfectant on his wound and tossed the can back into the first aid kit.
“There, I’ve treated your wound. Can I go now?” she asked as she got to her feet.
“No.” Armand grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto his lap.
He then narrowed his eyes when he saw the faint mark on her right ring finger.
“Where’s the ring, Genevieve?” he asked.
Having been caught completely off guard, Genevieve blinked in surprise for a few seconds before replying calmly, “I lost a lot of weight a while back, and the ring slipped off my finger without me realizing it. I had Dagna help look for it, but she wasn’t able to find it.”
Genevieve knew exactly what he was thinking and explained everything to him patiently, but her words only made his frown deepen.
“Wait for me after work. I’ll take your car home today,” Armand said calmly while letting go of her waist.
Genevieve stood up from his lap and adjusted her clothes. “Our department will be having a gathering tonight. Ms. Griffin says we’ll be having barbeque and karaoke, so I’ll be going home late.”
Although Armand was displeased by the timing of her gathering, he didn’t stop her from going either. “Give Steven a call after the karaoke session. He’ll go pick you up.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’m not feeling well, so I won’t be drinking,” Genevieve replied.
Recalling what Timothy told him about Genevieve’s visit to the hospital yesterday, Armand said nothing further and simply watched as she left his office.
He furrowed his brows as he massaged his forehead and noticed the scent of her perfume on his bandages.
D*mn… How did we end up like this? Genevieve used to have a bright smile on her face all the time. Even when she couldn’t speak, she would always look at me coquettishly to express her affection. Now, she looks like she’s putting on an act all the time, both in front of me as well as others.
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