Chapter 154 Are You Still A Kid
Genevieve went back to the bedroom to brush her teeth and wash her face before lying on the bed. Recalling the fairy tale she listened to during her naptime in the afternoon, she searched it on the internet.
About an hour later, Armand entered the bedroom.
After he was done taking his shower, Genevieve handed him her phone with a message that read: Did you read me a fairy tale when you changed my clothes?
Armand stopped ruffling his hair and said, “Are you still a kid? Do you think I will do that to you?”
Genevieve remained silent upon hearing that.
She glanced at Armand in doubt and took back her phone. Yeah! Armand doesn’t look like a man who will put someone to sleep by telling fairy tales.
The version of “Little Red Riding Hood” that was read to her was darker and crueler. One could not sleep and would have nightmares after listening to the story.
Armand seemed to have nothing to do after that. After drying his hair, he climbed onto the bed and covered his body with a blanket.
The bed was huge and had enough space to accommodate five adults.
Sleeping at the other end of the bed, Genevieve placed a bolster between her and Armand, as she did not want him to come near her.
She warned: I said I wanted a divorce. If you dare cross over this bolster, I will sue you for sexual assault!
Armand read the message on the phone and could not be bothered about it. He turned his back to her, closed his eyes, and slept.
Genevieve looked up at the sky full of stars through the glass dome above her. Her eyes felt sore after staring fixedly at the night sky. Under the moonlight, she turned around to look at Armand, who was lying beside her, and saw that he had fallen asleep.
An unfathomable emotion rose within her, and she turned away from him.
Genevieve could not sleep well that night. Once she shut her eyes, she would recall the man’s ruthless eyes and see herself suffocating in the reflection of his eyes.
Shrouded in fear, she frantically tugged at her blanket and mumbled, “No…”
She did not want to die, as she still had things she wanted to accomplish.
“N-No…” she whimpered like a kitten that was on the brink of death. She curled herself into a ball, desperately wanting to look for a sense of security.
I-I haven’t told Armand…
Armand had not fallen asleep. Hearing her low cries, he opened his eyes and lifted the bolster between them before inching closer to her.
“Genevieve?” He moved her hands that were grasping the blanket away, then wrapped his arms around her.
Remembering the method that Timothy had taught him, Armand ran his fingers through her hair and massaged her head. Sensing this, Genevieve relaxed and leaned against his body like a baby.
Perhaps she did not have any nightmares after that because she only woke up when the sun was up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked at the middle of the bed. Seeing that the bolster was still there, she sighed in relief.
Hmm, looks like Armand didn’t cross the line.
Armand walked out of the bathroom at this moment and noticed that Genevieve had woken up. He strode toward her and bent down to examine her neck.
The ointment the medical staff had prescribed was effective. The bruise on her neck had become lighter after a night.
“Go wash yourself up. We’ll go out to get breakfast and have a walk,” Armand said in a low voice, reached out, and caressed her chin.
Genevieve slapped away his hand and rolled her eyes at him.
She had thought she could settle the business deal earlier and have fun for a few days while working in Bera. Hence, she had brought along a few sets of clothing. However, she did not have the opportunity to put on the casual wear she had brought; she only had the chance to wear office attire instead.
She was clad in light blue jeans and a crop top with a black letter print, revealing her tiny waist and bony shoulder.
The entire look accentuated her youthfulness, and she looked fresh and sweet.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she noticed that there was still a faint bruise mark on her neck. She looked for a scarf and grabbed her coat and handbag before leaving the bedroom.
In the living room, Armand appeared to be instructing Steven on something. At the sight of Genevieve, he narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at her.
“Mr. Faulkner, I’ll do it right away!” Sensing the air around him getting tense, Steven hurriedly left.
Armand rubbed his temples and looked at Genevieve. “Don’t you have any other clothes?”
Noticing that his expression went dark, Genevieve challenged: Yes, I do. But I only want to wear this set. I won’t go out if you don’t allow me to wear thi
