My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 999

Chapter 999 Who Wants To Get In Your Bed

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.

Upon entering the car, Genevieve placed the bag containing the lunchbox and the thermos flask into the compartment next to the armrest. Armand glanced at it before starting the vehicle.

“Did you finish the masala chai?”

“Of course I finished it.” Genevieve's lips twisted in displeasure as she continued, “I won't be having any more tomorrow, though. That drink was designed to torture humans. I still have the taste of ginger in my mouth.”

Though Armand guessed from her words that she had not, in fact, finished the masala chai, he merely smiled without exposing her.

Armand brought Genevieve to the grocer first. He pushed the cart and walked in her wake as she helped herself to a variety of ingredients she intended on having him cook for her.

After buying their things and taking the elevator down to the underground parking lot, Armand suddenly approached Genevieve and held the back of her head as he kissed her.

Genevieve tasted the toffee he slipped her and found it pleasantly sweet.

Armand brushed her cheek. “Do you still have the taste of ginger in your mouth?” he asked with a smile.

He is such a flirt!

Genevieve's cheeks burned. She shoved him away upon regaining her composure. “Lewd behavior like that will get you arrested,” she mumbled, her mouth sticky with toffee.

Armand did not move. Instead, he turned around to look at her. “Are you that impatient to get in my bed, Genev?”

“Who's getting in your bed?” Genevieve retracted her hand, puzzled at how he did not feel ticklish despite the vigorous assault she subjected him to.

Armand leaned over close to her. “I want you to.”

Genevieve understood what he implied. She blocked his approaching forehead with two fingers and pushed him away before sticking her tongue out at him.

“Keep. On. Dreaming!”

Armand chuckled at her childish behavior.

He was worried before that the psychologist's method would fail and that she would forget everything between them.

It seems now I have been worrying for nothing. Just like before, she is still fond of relying on me and only shows her adorable side to me.