Chapter 180 Lab Rat For Your Cooking

Genevieve drove to a musical instrument store and picked up a set of strings and tools before returning to Regality Gardens with Armand.
When Genevieve set foot in the house, she did not see Maria at the kitchen island.
Noticing Genevieve looking for someone all around the house, Armand caught on to what she was doing and uttered, “I didn’t see you around earlier when I got here, so I sent Maria back to Swallow Garden. She’ll drop by again tomorrow morning.”
Genevieve was speechless. She showed him the text: There are even more housekeepers at Swallow Garden, but why didn’t I hear you complaining about being inconvenienced when you previously lived there?
“The housekeepers at Swallow Garden don’t go to the second floor,” Armand said with an impassive countenance. “But this condominium of yours is single-story. I can’t stand my personal space having a housekeeper walking here and there.”
Despite his words, Genevieve recalled the rainy afternoon that day and what they both had done in the living room.
Even her ears began to blush.
Immediately, Genevieve wheeled around and headed toward the kitchen island, fearing the man might catch sight of her reddened cheeks.
Before she went out earlier, she had informed Maria that she would be late for dinner. Perhaps it was because of that, there was nothing but a pot of soup on the kitchen island.
Genevieve typed a sentence to show Armand: There’s only a pot of soup. Should I… order food delivery?
“Don’t we have any ingredients? You can cook up anything.” Armand pulled out his tie and unbuttoned his collar to put himself at ease. Pondering for a moment, he added, “But don’t add bells and whistles in it.”
Not only did Armand not seem to mind, but he even wanted to taste her cooking. Realizing that, Genevieve hid her face behind the phone and secretly grinned.
She then walked to the kitchen island with a spring in her step.
Genevieve tried to make a tomato omelet and stir-fried meat with potato. She was not experienced in slicing vegetables, thus spending a whole half an hour just slicing up the potato.
When she finally served those two dishes and Maria’s soup on the dining table, it was already half past nine at night.
Genevieve then served a plate of pasta for Armand. She even showed him a text: I’ve already tried out these two dishes before serving them. They’re not bad, you know!
Casting a glance at her, Armand flashed a half-smile. “So, you mean, the last time you cooked, I was a lab rat, right?”
Genevieve smiled awkwardly and put away her phone. She had no intention to continue their chit-chat.
It was probably that Genevieve was genuinely good at preparing those two dishes, for not only did Armand clean the plate, but he even helped her finish up her leftovers.
After dinner, Genevieve threw all the dishes into the dishwasher and went to the living room.
Sitting with her legs crossed on the silk carpet in the center of the living room, she used a tool to pluck out all the strings on the violin. Then, she replaced them with the new ones that she had bought herself earlier that day.
Soon after, Armand also came to the living room in a fresh set of casual clothes, bringing a glass of water with him. He then slumped onto the genuine leather couch beside her.
Watching Genevieve skillfully replacing the strings on the violin, he commented, “You can buy a brand new violin at the musical instrument store if you want one. Or, you can give Steven a call and have him get you one. Why must you insist on getting this violin back from Cooper?”
Because the practice tune that you heard me playing back then came from this very violin. Genevieve wanted to tell him that, but of course, she did not.
She had Armand’s unlimited spending limit card in her hands, so she could easily purchase the best violin in the world. Still, that was his money.
This violin, however, was rightfully hers.
Even if she had gotten it back from Cooper’s possession, it was bought with the money she got from selling off her own jewelry.
Genevieve secretly laughed as she handed the phone over to let Armand read what was on her mind: This is a birthday present from my dad, so I definitely had to get it back.
“Really?” Armand arched a brow.
Genevieve had simply tied her hair up in a ponytail when they went out earlier, and she had been busy cooking up a storm after they got back. She did not even realize that her hair tie had become rather slack, causing strands of hair to dangle near her cheek.
Putting down the glass, Armand turned his body sideways and removed Genevieve’s hair tie before tying her hair up properly into a ponytail all over again.