My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 460

She walked past him and arrived at the room next to his.

Genevieve produced a card from her purse and waved it at the sensor before gazing at him as she pushed open the door.

“What, do you think I asked for one room?” she asked slyly. “I wouldn't want to even if you want!”

Stunned for several seconds, Armand gazed at the closed door next to his before bursting into laughter. But he quickly regained his composure shortly after.

Armand took a bath upon entering his room.

When he was drying his hair, the doorbell rang.

Armand pulled open the door to find Genevieve standing outside in casual attire of a green, short-sleeved top with jeans.

Her twinkling, dark eyes accentuated the beauty of her petite face. The corners of her eyes were arched slightly, giving her an austere appearance.

She stood before him, looking as she did four years ago.

Armand's gaze swept impassively over her. “Yes?” he asked shortly.

Genevieve admired his collarbones through the buttons of his shirt and his shapely wrists openly before answering, “The press conference is tomorrow. Wanna tour the city?”

“No, thanks. You go ahead.”

“Oh, come on. What's the point of me going alone?” Genevieve stepped forward to prevent him from shutting the door. “I still feel bad for crashing your car and want to take the opportunity today to treat you to lunch as an apology.”

“That won't be necessary. You can send the amount for the repairs to my secretary.”

“I will pay for the repairs and for your meal,” Genevieve said firmly. “Why do you reject all of my offers, Mr. Faulkner? Are you afraid of me?”

“Why would I be afraid of you?” Armand lowered his gaze to meet hers. “You are no match for me when it comes to height.”

“Let's go, then. I'll take you out today, all right?” Genevieve held the door, her watery eyes sparkling. “Don't worry. I won't force my lips upon yours again.”

Armand was rendered speechless.

As if worn down by Genevieve's unrelenting interference, he dried his hair half-heartedly before tossing the towel onto the back of the chair. After a quick change, he followed her out.

Genevieve had already obtained a travel itinerary of Lightspring through an app upon exiting the hotel.

Coincidentally, a subway station was located two minutes away from the right of the hotel.

Not for the first time that day, Armand was dumbstruck by her refrains.

“Don't worry. There are no surveillance cameras around. Are you afraid of being seen?” Genevieve pressed the lettuce against the side of his lips, her voice carrying a hint of threat this time. “Open up.”

After several more seconds of dumbstruck silence, Armand opened his mouth and ate the lettuce in her hand.

Genevieve continued to savor the meat grilled to perfection by the man. Whenever she could, she would wrap more little lettuce bundles and feed the both of them.

It was in this manner that they dined until half-past one in the afternoon. Then, they continued with the next item on the itinerary.

They went to the zoo from the famous lake of swans, then to the clock tower. As dusk fell, they strolled across to the old street behind the clock tower.

When night descended, the crowd walking on the old street increased to such an extent that they seemed to knock into the shoulders of the other patrons with every step they took.

On both sides of the old street were antique toys, jewelry, and snacks for sale. Some employees were shouting at the entrance of their stores.

The scene reminded Genevieve of how she and Armand had visited the night market in Springwyn many years ago.

It was crowded like this, too.