Female Novel
Chapter 164
At noon, Genevieve and Armand went to the hotel’s restaurant for lunch. Soon after they returned tothe room, people came knocking on their door one after another. The people were all store managersfrom various well-known women’s clothing brands from Fullmoon Mall. The managers brought withthem dozens of the current season’s latest pieces in Genevieve’s size; the styles ranging from eveningdresses to casual wear. Some of the luxury brands had reached an agreement—any item thatGenevieve set her heart upon would be removed from their stores nationwide. Genevieve spent herentire afternoon picking out clothes in the living room, occasionally leaving her seat to open the door foryet another store manager that came over with new pieces, while Armand moved his work to thebedroom. At six in the evening, Genevieve was giddy with happiness, having picked out thirty outfits inaddition to six evening dresses. Putting on a green dress that she had brought earlier, she went to therestaurant with Armand. With square-cut emerald earrings on her delicate ears that complemented hergreen dress, Genevieve radiated a cool elegance on top of her usual beauty. “This green dress looksgood on you,” commented Armand, thinking it was one of the new dresses she had chosen in theafternoon. He raised his hand to her earlobe, caressing it, pleased with its softness. His gaze thenlanded on her graceful shoulders and the small exposed area of her collarbones. “Perhaps I can buyyou another one tomorrow?” Armand murmured. Freezing for a moment, she swatted Armand’s handaway, sensing his implication. Glancing at the man warily, she took a step away from him. Armandgrinned quietly. Arriving at the restaurant, they took a table near the window, and Armand ordered theirfood after looking through the menu. Propping her chin in one hand, Genevieve looked out the window.The hotel had built a large outdoor swimming pool over almost three hundred square meters of landbehind the building. Many hotel guests were at the swimming pool with their children, taking advantageof the setting sun and the mild temperature outside. Reminded of the swimsuits that she had chosenwhile picking out clothes earlier, Genevieve took her phone and typed: I want to go swimming afterdinner. Following her gaze, Armand looked downstairs through the window and furrowed his brows.“We have a small pool in the suite. You can swim there later. It’ll be the same.” Genevieve shook herhead in protest, typing: The one in our suite is way too tiny – I can’t even do a lap around it. Defeated,Armand rubbed his temples and signaled a waiter over, discreetly giving some instructions to the latter.
Genevieve put her chin on one hand and gazed at Armand as he spoke to the waiter. I love the feelingof being spoiled, be it yesterday’s outing or picking out clothes in the hotel room today. Not only so, butI’ve also started disliking sleeping alone after I fell asleep cuddling Armand for a few nights—it wouldfeel as if something’s empty. In his presence and his embrace, I feel safe. After sending the waiter off,Armand noticed Genevieve gazing at him. Looking up, he asked, “What’s the matter?” Genevieveshook her head, the corners of her lips curling as she raised her glass to take a sip of water. Afterdinner, Genevieve eagerly went back to change into a swimsuit. However, since Armand vetoed herfirst choice—a figure-hugging white one-piece—she grudgingly put on a floral-patterned swimsuit thatcame with a skirt. To Genevieve’s surprise, there was no one at the swimming pool when she got there.She recalled the conversation Armand had with the waiter during dinner. He must have told the staff toclear off the swimming pool. That is so unreasonable, but I enjoy it! Everyone enjoyed being doted on;Genevieve was no exception. Before stepping into the pool, Genevieve seemed to have thought ofsomething as she approached Armand with a hair tie, turning her back toward him. Armand took it fromher and swiftly put her hair up in a high ponytail.novelbin