My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 124 Rejection

tugging her backward by her shoulder. The loss of balance almost made her scream in fright. Then, with the cake fork in her hand, she was lifted and seated at the dining table. “What are you trying—” Before Genevieve could react, a pair of moist and warm lips were pressed onto hers. The man’s body bent low as the dining table was low. He held Genevieve by her tender cheeks as he kissed and bit her lips greedily and madly. After licking the cream off the corners of her lips, his tongue forcefully entered her mouth and reached for the soft tips of her tongue. Her mouth was full of the taste of cream and mangoes as she had several cakes, and he tasted all of them. Armand’s hand circled her waist, pressing her against his body as if he wanted more. Through the thin fabric, his hands could feel the warmth radiating from her soft skin, and her waist was so slender that he thought he might break her if he exerted just a bit more force. How is it possible for a woman to have such a slender waist? As Genevieve was carried onto the dining table and locked by the kiss, she was on the passive end. Armand’s intense and cold aura encompassed her like a net. After much struggling, she finally found the chance to take a breather and used her sharp teeth to bite his lips. “Mr. Faulkner! What’s wrong with you!” Genevieve’s body backed away and increased the distance between her and the man. She added furiously, “Who allowed you to kiss me? Didn’t we agree that I only needed to please Old Mrs. Faulkner after marriage? Sleeping together is not part of the deal!” Upon looking at her trying to catch her breath, Armand placed his hands on the table and leaned toward her, closing their distance. “Do I need to remind you what you did that night at Lovely Heart Hotel after you were drugged and came to me?” Genevieve bit her lower lip and rebuked coolly, “You said it yourself—I was drugged. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I’m not going to make a fuss over that night.” “You sure know how to play games with your words, Genevieve.” Armand chuckled. He was a tool that night to help her. Nonetheless, she took his help for granted and acted as if she was not being calculative over it.