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Chapter 153 I Beg You To Divorce Me
Armand glanced at the phone while keeping his hands busy with her hair. “I don’t like to give up halfway
and more so when I’m working with other people. Let’s talk about this when the time comes.”
Genevieve was dumbfounded.
Isn’t he a man who does things at the drop of a hat? What does he mean by that?
Armand furrowed his eyebrows again, as he still couldn’t tie Genevieve’s hair after a long time. “I still
can’t tie it properly. Is there a problem with this hair tie or what?”
Genevieve was frustrated by his movement, too. She turned around and grabbed the hair tie from his
hand before giving it a look.
To her surprise, the hair tie was not only in good condition but also unused.
Does he not know how to put hair up with a hair tie?
Genevieve glanced at the man with disdain. Then, she gathered her long hair with both hands and
wrapped the hair tie around her hair, tying it into a low ponytail.
Armand pondered for a moment and reached out to pull off the hair tie. “Do it again. Let me take a closer
look.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGenevieve felt like throwing her phone in his face when she showed him the message: Are you insane?
“You did it too fast just now. I didn’t even get a good look at it.” Armand’s expression remained
unchanged as he placed the hair tie in her hand. “Just show me one more time, and I’ll probably know
how to do it myself.”
It took great effort for Genevieve to hold herself back. Finally, she put down her phone and tied her hair
while having her back facing the man for another time.
Perhaps she had slowed down this time. Armand eventually got to see how she did it clearly and no
longer caused her trouble. He pointed at the small bowl on the table and asked, “Are you done?”
Genevieve: I don’t want to eat anymore!
It was then that she saw a message from Maria asking how her business trip was going. She withdrew
her legs and nestled into the couch while replying to Maria’s message.
Meanwhile, Armand poured the remaining broth from the food jar into the small bowl and dug in.
All of a sudden, his phone on the desk rang.
He raised his head and took a glance at the phone. Then he took the phone over and switched it off.
As for Genevieve, she had her attention on her phone and wasn’t looking in his direction.
After eating, Armand cleaned up the table and moved to the same couch as Genevieve with a small box
of ointment prescribed by the doctor in his hand. “Come here. Let me apply the medicine for you.”
Genevieve looked at him and showed him her phone. She wrote: There’s no need for that. I can do it
myself with the help of a mirror later.
Armand stared at her quietly. His eyes darkened.
Being stared at made Genevieve feel a little uneasy. She pursed her lips and intended to snatch the
ointment from his hand so that she could do it herself in the bathroom.
But before she could do it, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. “Can’t you behave
yourself?”
Genevieve rolled her eyes and showed him her words that read: I can’t! I am who I am. I beg you to
divorce me the soonest and get yourself a lady who will behave herself.
Armand chuckled in exasperation and said more seriously, “If you refuse to behave yourself, I have no
choice but to tie your hands up.”
Genevieve: I dare you!
“Since I have the guts to feed you, what else do I dare not to do?” Armand took the tie he had thrown on
the back of the couch in his hand, looking as though he was ready to capture the woman before him
anytime.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe duo stayed unmoving for some time until Genevieve gritted her teeth and leaned toward Armand,
exposing her neck.
Armand gave a small smile. He slowly removed the gauze around her neck, revealing the deep bruises
underneath.
It was a ghastly sight.
If the person had strangled Genevieve a little longer, she could have lost her life.
Armand felt his heart wrenched at the sight of the bruises around her neck. A cold hostility emerged from
his eyes but soon dissipated.
He dipped his finger into the light yellow ointment before spreading it on the bruised areas around
Genevieve’s neck. His voice was low and seemed to carry some kind of emotion as he said, “The bruises
will get better tomorrow after this.”
When Armand lifted his head, he noticed the corner of her mouth was glossy. It was the stain from the
broth she had just eaten.
He wiped the stain off with his thumb and reminded, “Be careful when you wash your face later.”
Genevieve slapped away his hand. When she was about to leave with her phone, she suddenly picked
up a pillow and hit him a few times before rushing back to her bedroom in a rage.
Armand could not help but laugh when he heard her slamming the door shut.
She has quite the temper, huh?
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