Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 169

Genevieve’s finger moving across Armand’s chest tickled him. He grabbed her hand and looked downat her, noticing that her eyes were bright, seemingly contented. Armand chuckled. “Are you satisfied?”he asked in a deep voice. Genevieve looked at Armand with a quirked eyebrow as though he asked aridiculous question. When it was time to pay, Genevieve tipped the tattoo artist an additional fivehundred. The said artist was ecstatic. The tattoo artist personally sent them off and remindedGenevieve that she could come and find him whenever she wanted to get a tattoo, promising that shewould definitely be satisfied with it. When Genevieve and Armand finally returned to the hotel, it wasalready one in the morning. It was dark and quiet outside. Genevieve, however, was not sleepy at all.She went to the bathroom to do her skincare. Once she was done, she walked out and climbed ontothe bed. Genevieve fell into Armand’s embrace and rested her head on his arm. She lay flat on the bedso that it was easy for him to read what she was typing on her phone. She queried: How did you andMarilyn meet? “Why do you love to ask questions like this?” Moreover, Armand had started to realizethat after every time she asked, she would overthink and end up getting into a small fit. Rubbing herears gently, the man mumbled, “Let’s sleep.” Genevieve suddenly turned around to face him beforewriting: Not talking about it means that you’re still thinking about the past. She looked at him with doubtin her eyes. Armand stared at her, speechless. “I met her at the hospital,” he finally answered in a lowvoice. Genevieve: Why was it at a hospital? The woman blinked her eyes curiously. Then she typed outanother question: Marilyn was probably already pretty well-known in the music industry when you twomet, right? Did you happen to recognize her at the hospital and got together after finding an opportunityto talk to her? “No.” Armand did not want to talk about the past, but he was afraid that if he did not,Genevieve might bother him about it the entire night, and she might even start overthinking. Therefore,while playing with Genevieve’s long, black hair, he calmly replied, “Back then, I had sustained an eyeinjury that forced me to stay in the hospital. Marilyn was staying in the ward next to mine. During thattime, I didn’t know that she was talented in music because back then… She wasn’t that good at playingthe violin.” Huh? When Genevieve heard that Armand’s eye had been injured, she was suddenlyreminded of something. A long time ago, she was admitted to the hospital because of tonsillitis. Therewas an older boy staying in the ward next to hers. He had thick layers of gauze taped around his eyesnovelbin

as though they were severely injured. However, Genevieve did not believe in such a coincidence, soshe brushed it off. She continued to type on her phone: You must not know how to appreciate talent,then. Even I heard of the few classical music pieces that Marilyn performed when she first entered themusic industry. Everyone praised that her playing was heavenly. Although Genevieve did not take aliking to Marilyn, she had to admit that the latter was indeed incredibly musically talented. Marilyn washailed as a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy in the music industry. With her in the industry, no one dared toclaim themselves to be number one. Upon reading that, Armand released a chuckle. “Although I neverlistened to any classical music back then, I was still able to tell if someone’s skills were great or not. Atthat time, she was playing like a rookie who just started learning. It was only after that I found out shehad been admitted to the hospital because of a hand injury.” It was because Marilyn’s wrist had beeninjured that she did not dare to use so much strength in playing the violin, which led to her playing outof tune. When Marilyn was practicing in the hospital, other people probably said that her playing wasunpleasant to hear. However, at that time, Armand had thought that it sounded heavenly. The melodywas quick and a little bit out of tune, just like a burst of spring water that washed away every bit oftiredness and confusion that he had been feeling. When Armand was in the hospital, he would go outonto the balcony every morning to hear her play the violin next door. It had seemed like in order topractice, Marilyn always patiently played the same song over and over again. Armand would listen toher quietly. Until now, he still liked that song a lot. Sometimes, he would notice that her playing was off.Armand would realize that Marilyn was getting frustrated, and he would comfort her. However, shewould never reply and instead continue to play the violin. After that, however, it sounded better. Sincetheir rooms were near to each other, their balconies were basically stuck together. Marilyn wouldsometimes sit on the balcony and eat there when she was tired of practicing. She would also share herfood with Armand. There were snacks like sweet mangoes, crackers, macarons, and fruit gummies.Aren’t these snacks that someone around the age of seven would have? She’s already a teenager.Why does she still like this so much? was what Armand thought when he opened the gummies’packaging.