Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Are You Mad At Me Passing by the simple corridor, Genevieve arrived at the CEO’s office. Then, she knocked on the door. “Come in.” A low voice came from the other side of the door. The moment Genevieve pushed the door open, she looked up at the man sitting behind the mahogany desk. Armand was wearing a gray suit with a tie. He looked very stern. A slight frown appeared on his handsome, chiseled face. He exuded a solemn aura. After entering the office, Genevieve placed the document on the table. She said politely, ”Mr. Faulkner. This is the document you asked for.” Without looking at the document, his gaze fell on her. Armand could see Genevieve from head to toe due to the short desk. Furthermore, she stood at a distance away from the desk. Genevieve wore black office attire with a short skirt that accentuated her long, slender legs. The outfit made her look sexy yet professional at the same time.

Seeing that Armand did not speak up, Genevieve bowed slightly. ”Mr. Faulkner, if there’s nothing else, I will take my leave.” The moment Genevieve finished speaking, she moved her feet and was about to leave the office. Armand’s gaze that was on her suddenly turned cold. His eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

“Genevieve, are you mad at me?” Why is she addressing me so formally? Genevieve was dumbfounded by his question for a moment. Then, she flashed Armand a smile. “I wouldn’t dare to get mad at you, Mr. Faulkner. The company is a strict place. How could I possibly call you by your name, Armand?” Armand knocked a cigarette out of its box and lit it. His gaze fell on her legs again. “How are your legs?” “As you can see, they’re fine now.” Genevieve took two steps back so that he could see more clearly. “After the scabs fell off, the skin on my leg becomes smoother.” Then, she asked casually, “How is Marilyn’s child?” Genevieve’s voice was warm and gentle, as though she had a genuine concern. However, Armand was somewhat annoyed by that tone. After taking a puff, he instantly choked. Knocking the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, Armand said indifferently, “She has been taking miscarriage prevention medicine these last few days. The child should be fine.” “Oh, I’m glad to hear that.” Nodding, Genevieve asked, “Mr. Faulkner, is there anything else?” Armand’s gaze fell on her slender finger. Seeing the ring, he lost the words on the tip of his tongue. “No.” “All right. I’ll head down first.” Genevieve bowed at him. She stopped in her tracks upon reaching the office door. Turning back to look at Armand, she said, “Mr. Faulkner, you can just text me on WhatsApp for trivial matters like these in the future. I’m not an executive. People are bound to gossip behind my back when you summon me directly like this. I’ve had enough rumors in the last few days.” Armand narrowed his eyes as he watched the office door close. Even though Genevieve was articulate, Armand could tell every time her mood shifted. I guess she must be furious at me despite her denial just now. Genevieve was only in his office for a minute. Nevertheless, the scent of wild roses lingered in the air after she had left.

Although the fragrance was faint, it could easily tug at one’s heartstrings. Armand gulped involuntarily when he thought of Genevieve’s slender waist. He quickly picked up the phone with the hand that was holding the cigarette. Genevieve had just returned to the translation department. The moment she took her seat, she received a company email from the secretarial department regarding the employees’ code of conduct policy. The company did not prohibit employees from developing romantic relationships in private. However, they must abide by the law. Furthermore, they must not be involved with married people lest they damage the company’s reputation. Executives of any department were not allowed to frequent other departments unless there was a valid reason to do so. Genevieve was speechless after reading the policy. She was tempted to send Armand a message and asked him to include his own name in the email. I have made it clear to those people that I’ve remarried. It’s not my fault that they’re still pursuing me! Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org