My Flirty Husband Is a Bully by Adam Ella Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Earn It With My Effort
Genevieve was unsure how she got back to the bedroom. Armand’s body temperature was so high that it felt like she would get burnt whenever she touched his skin.
The phone on the bedside table had been vibrating with a few occasional breaks for two seconds. However, it soon started to buzz frantically as if the other party would never give up if the call were not answered.
Armand’s arm was on Genevieve’s waist. She unintentionally saw the caller’s name when she tried to get up.
Suddenly, she became slightly irritated and started to avoid Armand’s kisses. Genevieve reached out, switched off the phone, and threw it into the drawer. Then, she lowered herself and kissed Armand.
Armand saw her actions, but he didn’t comment about it. Instead, he lightly bit her plump lower lip and let out a chuckle.
The next morning, Genevieve woke up when the alarm went off.
Genevieve did not feel cold even though the temperature in the room was slightly low, probably because their skin was in contact with each other. She did not feel hot as well. She leaned lazily on the man’s chest, feeling a sense of attachment toward him.
Genevieve never knew she could sleep so well while hugging a man.
Genevieve leaned closer toward Armand’s chest and closed her eyes. Then, she remembered there were quite a several tasks awaiting her. So, she pulled Armand’s arm away, which was around her waist, got out of bed, and went to wash up quickly.
Genevieve could not care less about Armand because she knew Steven would come and pick her up on time.
Genevieve let out a sigh of relief as she saw there were no obvious marks on her neck when she changed. Then, she quickly walked out of the room while putting on her earrings.
Genevieve was stunned when she walked through the living room and saw the person who was busy working at the kitchen island.
“Maria?”
Maria was making burgers and was shocked when Genevieve suddenly called her. She turned to Genevieve and asked, “Ms. Rachford, why are you up so early today?”
“I have lots of work that needs to be done, and I need to go to the office to settle them,” answered Genevieve. Then, she walked toward Maria and hugged her from behind affectionately. “Maria, I thought I told you to spend more time with your grandchild at Feston? Why are you back so soon?”
“I’m worried that you might not be able to take care of yourself properly,” Maria replied while she continued working on the food. “You don’t know how to cook, and takeouts are bad for your health.”
Genevieve mumbled, “I didn’t order takeouts every day. I’ve even cooked for Mr. Faulkner twice!”
“Seriously?” Maria stared at her and praised, “Mr. Armand is quite picky about his food. I guess your cooking skill improved if he ate what you made.”
She continued, “Oh, right. I saw Mr. Armand’s coat and leather shoes outside. Is Mr. Armand still asleep?”
“Let’s leave him alone.” Genevieve’s back still hurt from the previous night. She said in an annoyed tone, “Just make me breakfast.”
Maria knew she was angry, and she chuckled. “Ms. Rachford, I made your favorite beef burger. I think you wouldn’t gain much weight from having it for breakfast. Wash your hands and have a seat. It’s almost done.”
“Maria, you’re the best!” Genevieve nuzzled against Maria’s shoulder and said in a cute tone, “When I earn enough money, I will buy a condominium here as a gift to your grandson!”
Except for her mother, Maria was the person Genevieve relied on most.
At that moment, Genevieve only had one family member, Maria. She wanted to give Maria everything she had to express her gratitude toward her.
A flicker of light flashed through Maria’s eyes, who had her back against Genevieve. Her hand trembled slightly as she heard Genevieve’s words.
At that moment, Armand’s soft voice sounded. “When I looked at the bill the other day, if I didn’t see it wrongly, you bought this place for eighty million.”
Armand wore a shirt and a pair of trousers, accentuating his tall figure. His aura was aloof.
Armand asked Genevieve calmly as he walked into the pantry, “When are you going to be able to earn eighty million?”
Genevieve let out a light snort. “Of course, I will earn it with my effort. Is eighty million even a lot?”