My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1305

Chapter 1305 I Will Be Jealous

“At that time, you didn't have much contact with him, so I didn't need to pay attention to his every

move,” Armand said. “Besides, you're not the kind of woman who would easily fall for someone else.”

As he praised himself like this, Genevieve didn't know what to say.

Armand told Genevieve, “Even before Sean was transferred to Jadeborough, I had been keeping an NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

eye on the Gaudette family. I investigated their relatives and learned about his connection to them.

Later, I had a few conversations with him. Sean is related to the Gaudette family, but his mother had a

feud with Benedict's wife, and he has always wanted to avenge his mother.”

It seems Genevieve understood, “He knows you don't like the Gaudette family either, so he wants to

work with you to get rid of the Gaudette family?”

“Mmm.” Armand rolled a heated stone over her massaged thigh. “There are some things about Lostaria

that I had Sean reveal to Eurydice, in order to gain her trust.”

“Eurydice thought she had everything under control, but all she saw was what I deliberately allowed her

to see.”

Armand noticed that Genevieve had been silent for quite some time. When he looked up, he found her

gazing at him with her face turned to the side.

He brushed the strands of hair from her forehead, “Did the hot stone burn your skin?”

Genevieve shook her head, “No, I think it's good that you're my man, otherwise...”

“Otherwise, what?”

“Otherwise, I'll be so jealous.” Genevieve pouted and muttered, “Thinking about a smart man like you

marrying other women, like Eurydice or Marilyn, I would definitely be eaten up by jealousy.”

“I love hearing that.” Armand chuckled softly, leaning in to give her a kiss.

Genevieve snuggled lazily in the man's arms, her fingers playing with his short hair. “Mando, your

birthday is coming up soon. How do you want to celebrate it?”

Armand frowned, “I don't want to think about it.”

Originally, there was already a significant age gap between him and Genevieve. Every time they

celebrated a birthday, it felt like a reminder that he had aged another year.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Genevieve laughed and teased him, “I really like you, uncle, for being mature, stable, and good at

comforting people, plus your physical strength is not bad. I don't even care for those handsome men in

their twenties.”

“Last time it was your birthday, I was there, but Luc and the others weren't. So this time, it'll just be your

beloved wife and child accompanying you. How does that sound?”

Armand's eyes were filled with a gentle warmth, “As long as you've made a decision, that's good.”

“What gift do you want?” Fearing the man wouldn't choose, Genevieve added, “Don't let me decide, I

might consider myself as a gift, lying on the bed waiting for you to unwrap.”

“Not bad at all,” he said with a smile.

Genevieve rolled her eyes and scoffed, “What's the point of that!”

Armand thought for a moment and said, “How about you make me a gift with your own hands? I really

liked the PowerPoint you made before. Or you could knit me a scarf.”

“Alright,” Genevieve said enthusiastically, “I'll go buy the yarn tomorrow.”

Lucian and Amanda went to play at Little Asel's place, so Genevieve didn't have to take care of the

children. The next day, she asked Sally for a day off and invited her to go shopping for yarn together.

Sally's mother often used to visit a yarn store, where she had a good relationship with the owner.

Whenever they met, Sally would greet her as “Auntie.”

She took Genevieve to that store.

After arriving at the yarn store, Genevieve showed the owner the attractive men's scarf designs she

had found online the night before.

Upon learning that Genevieve wanted to knit a scarf as a birthday gift for her husband, the female shop

owner said, “Spring is just two months away, and your husband won't be able to wear the scarf. Why

don't you make a set of pajamas for him instead?”

Genevieve felt the same way, but she worriedly said, “I'm a bit clumsy. I'm afraid I won't be able to knit

a scarf in time for his birthday on the eighteenth of this month.”