Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 88 Why Did You Not Use Any

With no door in the way, a woman’s whimper could be clearly heard from the bathroom.

Perhaps due to the sweet lingering scent in the air, Armand felt his body heating up. He opened the two

upper-most buttons of his shirt as he marched toward the bathroom.

Genevieve had been soaked in the cold bath for quite some time. Yet, there were still hot flashes on her

face.

She was as agonized as a fish out of water. Her body was wet and her hands were tied together with a

necktie. Visible red marks began to emerge on her wrists.

Armand scanned both the messy bathtub and the woman in it. He paused momentarily before continuing

into the bathroom. Then, he squatted beside the bathtub.

Genevieve sensed his presence and started struggling violently.

Armand brushed his thumb on her soft lips. Genevieve was still awake but not conscious of what was

going on. Instinctively, she turned her face toward Armand’s thumb. Her lips then kissed it fervently.

Armand stared at her deeply. His eyes were fixated on her.

He could have brought her the antidote. However, he changed his mind at the last second.

It might be due to the other night at the hotel. She had left such a very deep impression on him.

Armand yanked at the necktie, loosening it from her hands. Genevieve instantly wrapped her arms

around his neck. She was pressing her slippery body against his chest.

Before long, Genevieve was raining down kisses on Armand. She was smothering his face and his neck,

clumsily and relentlessly.

Armand furrowed his brow slightly.

He felt like a toy that was being used by Genevieve.

Genevieve accidentally pulled on the necklace around his neck. Her unintended action seemed to have

pulled apart the last shred of reservation that Armand held in his heart.

Armand locked her head firmly in place with his hand. Then, he kissed her ferociously.

It was five o’clock in the morning. There was a soft glow outside of the window. Armand exited the

bathroom once again.

He was wearing a dark blue hotel bathrobe. The collar was slightly parted, exposing his honey-colored

chest.

Armand was drying his hair with a towel. His eyes wandered to the bed subconsciously.

Genevieve’s jet-black hair was spread across the pillow like a cascading waterfall. She appeared to be in

deep sleep. Her eyelids were tightly shut, and her face was a little pale. She might have overexerted

herself earlier.

Armand averted his eyes quickly. He walked toward the front door and opened it.

He would not have guessed that Timothy was eavesdropping on the outside. The latter had his ears

against the door. Hence, when Armand pulled open the door, he was sent tumbling onto the floor.

Armand squinted his eyes after seeing Timothy. “All this while, you were listening in from the outside?”

“Nope, absolutely not!” Timothy was quick to deny it. He scrambled to his feet and explained, “After

administering the antidote to Patrick, his condition began to stabilize. I had nothing else to do. So…”

“How long have you been listening?” Armand asked.

“Just an hour or so.” Timothy was giggling. He was examining Armand with his eyes. “Armand, I’m

impressed. You’re still so lively after a night of hard work.”

Armand tossed the towel at his face. He commanded Timothy with a cold voice, “Go in and check up on

her.”

“Yes, yes! Right away!” Timothy promptly responded.

“Wait up.” Armand got Timothy by the back of his collar. He pulled Timothy back to where he stood.

Armand warned, “Keep your eyes to yourself.”

Timothy had the urge to roll his eyes. “I’ll just look at her hands. Is that fine with you?”

With that, Armand loosened his grip. Timothy and his assistant hurried into the room. The assistant was

carrying a med kit with her.

He ordered the assistant to sample some of Genevieve’s blood. Timothy himself was scanning the room

meticulously. He noticed the bin and went to check its contents. There was nothing inside.

Timothy lifted his head and saw a small box on the bedside table. It was the same box that he had given

Armand earlier. The box sat there quietly. There were no signs of it being opened or used.

Timothy fell silent.

After examining Genevieve, Timothy left the room. He went to confront Armand. “Armand, why didn’t you

use the condoms I’ve given you earlier?”

“I don’t like to use them,” Armand said casually.

Timothy was at a loss for words again.

Armand asked Steven for a cigarette. He lit it up and took a long draw before asking Timothy, “How’s she

holding up?”

Timothy glanced at the shut door behind him and said in a sleazy tone, “She’ll be alright. All thanks to

your vigor, Armand. But she has lost too much of her strength. Her body was weak, to begin with. I’m

guessing she’ll stay unconscious for two to three days.”

“On the other hand, Patrick seems real fine. He should be awake in the morning. Say, around ten

o’clock?” he continued.

Timothy finished by teasing Steven. “Patrick’s body is truly outstanding. He was hit on the head twice

and had lost so much blood. Even so, the drugs still had an effect on him. Haha.”