My Flirty Husband Is a Bully by Adam Ella Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Do Not Go Overboard
As Genevieve entered the room, she caught a whiff of a mild floral scent that she thought was fairly familiar.
She sniffed again and immediately remembered the same scent that had been on Armand’s trench coat previously.
Recalling the past, Genevieve pursed her lips.
She knew that the person she had seen outside the cafe that day had to be Armand. Despite that, Patrick refused to admit it.
The floral scent was mild and sweet. Yet, Genevieve was a little disgusted.
She took out the portable perfume from her bag and sprayed it all over the room until the ten milliliters of the portable perfume were empty. Only then did Genevieve no longer smell the floral fragrance and was satisfied.
Just then, Armand came out of the bathroom wearing a smoky gray bathrobe.
The man’s bathrobe was loosely tied, revealing his nude chest. His wet hair was against his scalp, making him look even more elegant.
Nevertheless, his gaze remained to be ruthless and sharp.
While wiping his hair, Armand walked out to smell the perfume in the air all over the room. It seemed to be a wild rose fragrance.
He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Why did you spray so much perfume in the room?”
“There’s a smell in the air that I don’t like, so I spray them to cover it up,” replied Genevieve matter-of-factly.
Armand was at a loss for words.
Genevieve took a few steps back and leaned against the cabinet behind her.
Then, she turned her head to look at the man in the bathrobe and deliberately said coquettishly, “Darling, you went to take a shower before Marilyn left. Aren’t you afraid that she would follow you to the bathroom?”
“Darling” was a rather intimate way of addressing it. Genevieve had used it several times since she had come to the Faulkner residence.
Armand did not detest the way she addressed him. However, he could sense the sarcasm in her tone. His brows twisted into a frown as he said, “Genevieve, your duty to marry me is to make Grandma happy. So, don’t be bothered about what you shouldn’t be concerned with. You’ve gone overboard in the Faulkner residence today. I don’t want that to happen again when you come next time.”
A glint of innocence appeared in Genevieve’s bright eyes as she exchanged glances with the man. With an innocent tone, she remarked, “How could I have gone overboard? I’ve been pleasing Grandma. Shouldn’t I be doing that?”
Armand was dumbstruck by her words.
He halted abruptly as he wiped his hair. Then, he strode toward Genevieve.
As his body of 1.9-meter height approached her, she could feel the overwhelming tension.
“Marilyn is pregnant and is mentally weak.” Armand leaned over slightly with one hand on the cabinet. It seemed as if he was wrapping the woman in his arms. Yet, his expression was frosty.
“Next time, don’t retort her no matter what she says, and don’t bully her,” he warned.
The man’s gaze was aloof. His expression was cold, without the slightest emotion on his face. Despite that, Genevieve could notice his indulgence toward Marilyn in his simple few words.
She curled her lips and almost laughed.
I thought that Ms. Wood whom I’ve always respected, only pretended to be weak and secretly hated me, but I didn’t expect that she’d snitch on me while acting innocent.
“When did I bully her?” asked Genevieve. “I took the initiative to cook dinner. When I saw her finger was injured by a knife, I bandaged her. She tried to humiliate me at the dining table, but I didn’t say anything. And that was how I’ve bullied her, hm?”
She reached out her slender fingers to poke the man’s chest repeatedly as she said, “Mr. Faulkner, please don’t go too far.”
Genevieve did not poke the man’s chest through the bathrobe but directly on his muscle. Her soft fingers poked him weakly like a flirting gesture.
Armand’s heart fluttered. He suddenly grabbed her hand and said, “I didn’t know you’re a good debater.”
“I was just telling the truth. What does it have to do with debating?” Genevieve took the initiative to get closer to him as she moved her hand that was held by him. Her fingers were quietly stroking his palm as she asked, “What do you think, Darling?”
As she was very close to him, her slightly warm breath with a mild scent enveloped his lips.
Armand narrowed his eyes.