My Flirty Husband Is a Bully by Adam Ella Chapter 161

Chapter 161 How Do I Usually Feed You
When Armand saw that, he was so frustrated that he began to laugh. He pushed her arm up against the wall and loomed over her.
“Why do you dwell on such pointless things all the time, Genevieve? I’ve already told you that there hasn’t been anything between me and Marilyn ever since we broke up. You got hurt because of my negligence. I came to Springwyn looking for you because I was worried about you. I took you shopping because I could tell you were in a bad mood, not because I was trying to pay you back or something.”
Genevieve was baffled by his explanation. She wrote: Why would you be worried about me?
Armand was rendered speechless for a few seconds. He bent down and lifted her dainty chin. “We’re legally married with a certificate and everything. Shouldn’t I be worried about you?”
It was true that they had gotten a marriage certificate, but it was only because they were cooperating with each other.
She had not forgotten the reason why he had married her in the first place.
Genevieve lowered her head and typed: I think you’re lying to me. You care about Marilyn a lot, don’t you? I can tell from the look in your eyes…
In those photos, the look in his eyes was tender to the core as he gazed at Marilyn. There was a sense of indulgence.
That stare of his was like a sharp thorn deeply embedded in her heart. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t get it out.
He had offered Marilyn all the warmth he could give. When he was with Genevieve, on the other hand, his cold gaze never changed.
When she came back to her senses, she realized what she had written on her phone. She had completely exposed her own feelings.
In her panic, she covered the screen with her hand and erased all the words.
However, Armand had already read them while she was typing.
When he saw how she was frantically deleting the message, he let out a few low chuckles. “When I was dating Marilyn, I never ate any of her leftovers, nor did I ever feed her anything.”
Genevieve couldn’t help but refute: Maybe she’s a germaphobe.
“Is that so?” Armand murmured with a slight hoarseness in his voice. He leaned down even more and pressed his nose against hers. “I never let her take pictures of me for her to post online, either. I didn’t want people to see them. I never took her shopping for an entire day, nor did I take her to a night market. I never forced myself to eat such spicy pasta to help her get a single plushy. You said that you could tell from the look in my eyes. I’ll say it right now, then—I love Marilyn. What do you think? Is it true?”
Genevieve stared into his vibrant eyes, which were right in front of her. When he said those three words, his gaze didn’t waver at all.
For some reason, the things he had told her and that gaze of his were enough to dispel the frustration and unhappiness that had lingered in her heart for the past few days.
The corners of her lips began to curl up, but she quickly hardened her expression. Using her hands, she pushed him away and walked off with the cat plushy in her arms.
Thanks to Armand’s long legs, he could catch up with her in just a few steps. “Do you still want the candied strawberry?”
Genevieve shot him a quick glance and shook her head.
Armand finished the rest of the candied strawberry. With a frown, he said, “This is full of artificial sweeteners. You’d better not eat it next time.”
Genevieve simply rolled her eyes in response.
When they returned to the hotel after they were done walking around the night market, it was already past eleven.
The jewelry and bags that she had bought in the mall had been delivered to their suite that afternoon. Boxes of all sizes were piled up in the corner of the living room.
Armand was sweating quite a bit after walking around the night market. The first thing he did after getting back was to take a shower.
Meanwhile, Genevieve sat cross-legged on the mat on the bedroom floor. She ripped off the plastic wrapping on the cat plushy and found that it was quite nice to the touch. It was soft, and she would love to hug it to sleep.
The image of Armand’s sweat-covered forehead and flushed neck while he was eating the plate of Devil’s Pasta surfaced in her mind.
Most people couldn’t take more than a bite, but he had finished it all.
She figured that his stomach was probably having a hard time right then.
Thus, she took her phone down to the first floor of the hotel and asked the receptionist at the front desk, but they only had anti-inflammatory pills. She used her phone to search for nearby pharmacies thereafter and navigated there to get some antacids.
When she got back, Armand had just come out of the shower. The collar of his bathrobe was loose, which exposed his seductive, alluring naked chest.
Genevieve opened the pillbox and passed him two pills.
He had planned to tell Steven to get him some medicine once he was done with his shower. Unexpectedly, however, she had already gone to buy them, which made him chuckle. He was in a great mood.
Why is he smiling when he’s having a stomachache? Is he nuts?
Genevieve rolled her eyes at him and was about to shove a pill down his throat when he suddenly closed his mouth.
Genevieve: Aren’t you going to take it?
Armand moved her hand away and looked down at her from above. In a scratchy voice, he asked, “How do I usually feed you?”