My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 43 Am I Shameful

On Thursday morning, Genevieve woke up early and changed into a set of black suit and pants, and

tied her hair into a low ponytail.

She seemed elegant and experienced.

Due to Patrick’s sudden appearance the other night, she was extremely embarrassed and intentionally

avoided Armand over the past few days.

Armand, on the other hand, seemed to be very busy. He would go out early and return late at night, so

he had no time to bother with her.

When Genevieve went downstairs, she saw that Armand was having breakfast. There was a blue

striped tie around his neck, similar to the one that Genevieve picked out for the old woman’s grandson

at the mall previously.

However, she soon convinced herself it would be normal for Armand to buy a similar one, as the tie

wasn’t a limited edition.

After Genevieve greeted him, she sat down opposite him.

“Steven, is there any car that I can use in the garage?” Genevieve asked as she ate her breakfast. “I

have to go for an interview today.”

Before Steven could respond, Armand replied nonchalantly, “None of the cars in the garage are

suitable for you. I got someone to order a new car, and it will only arrive in a few days’ time. You can

use my car for today.”

I can drive both manual and automatic cars. I don’t think it’s necessary for him to buy a new car.

After a pause, Genevieve instinctively refused, “There’s no need for that. I can hail a taxi outside the

mansion…”

“I’ll drive the car to the underground parking lot at the company, and you can take the lift from the first

floor.” Armand seemed to understand what Genevieve was worried about and added, “Genevieve,

we’re not in a secret marriage. You can announce our relationship to the public at any time.”

Tapping his slender fingers on the table, Armand asked teasingly, “Or are you ashamed of being with

my wife?”

Genevieve almost choked on her breakfast. She hurriedly waved her hands and explained, “That’s not

what I meant…”

It wasn’t that she felt ashamed of being with Armand. It was just that she was well aware of why they

got married in the first place and didn’t want others to know about it.

Plus, if lesser people knew about them, it would also be easier for them to part on good terms in the

future.

“That’s good. Then you can take my car.” Armand nodded slightly, exuding a cold and domineering

demeanor.

Left with no choice, Genevieve could only agree.

After Steven drove the car outside the gate, Armand opened the door to the back row in a gentlemanly

fashion and let Genevieve enter first.

The car soon left the mansion.

Because of his injury, Armand quit smoking a while ago. There was no longer the smell of cigarettes on

him, and there was only a faint sandalwood scent.

It smelled quite good to Genevieve.

As she took in the pleasant scent, she suddenly remembered the scene in Armand’s bedroom that

night and could still feel the warmth from his chest on her palms.

“Genevieve.”

“Um, what?” Genevieve hurriedly snapped back to her senses.

When she turned around, all she saw was Armand silently looking back at her. She instantly thought

about why she was in a daze the moment before and tried to keep a straight face. However, her ears

were already red.

“I was distracted because I was thinking about the interview just now…” she explained.

Armand seemed uninterested in that and replied, “On the day that we registered our marriage, Timothy

brought you to do a blood test. He told me that you have a Phnull blood type. Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Genevieve nodded in response. She then asked, “Mando, is there anything you need my help

with?”

She thought that Armand wouldn’t be asking about her blood type just out of boredom.

Armand said in a low voice, “Timothy needs your help. There is a patient of his with a very rare blood

type as well. He’ll need to go for an operation sometime later and would possibly lose a lot of blood. He

needs to find a suitable blood donor for the patient in advance.”

When Steven heard this, he secretly glanced at Armand through the rearview mirror as he drove.

Why is Mr. Faulkner suddenly changing his mind?

If Timothy asked Genevieve personally, Genevieve might have rejected him within a second. But now

that Armand was asking her, there was no way that she could refuse instantly.

After all, if not for Armand’s help the previous time, she could have lost her life.

“Sure.” Genevieve nodded. She didn’t bring up anything about her coagulation disorder. “When does

Mr. Jensen need it?”

Armand’s gaze darkened. “Steven will bring you to the hospital after your interview.”

“Okay.”

Soon, the car reached the underground parking lot at Central Group. Genevieve and Armand then went

to take the elevator together.

Upon reaching the lobby on the first floor, Genevieve was just about to exit the elevator when Armand

called her.

“You don’t have any working experience, so it will be stressful for you during the interview. Just relax. If

you don’t get in, I’ll talk to the head of the translation department.”

Does he mean that… he’s going to pull some strings for me?

Genevieve was stunned for a second before revealing a smile. “I’m confident of my abilities. When I get

through, I’ll personally cook for you all to celebrate the occasion!”

Armand then recalled the deadly pot of mushroom soup that she made, and his lips twitched.

After the elevator doors closed, Armand ordered Steven, “Call Timothy and tell him not to reveal

anything when he takes Genevieve’s blood later.”

Steven wanted to ask something, but eventually responded, “Yes, sir.”