My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 228 Like A Douse Of Cold Water

cream.Owing to his proximity, Armand was able to pick up on the scent of that icing, as well as the subtle fragrance that lingered upon her body.Peering up slightly, he saw that there were also some traces of cream left on the corner of Genevieve’s lips. Finding that devastatingly tantalizing, he leaned in to lap that off with his unfurled tongue before he smothered her lips with his own.Neither resisting nor reciprocating his advances in kind, Genevieve simply sat stiffly where she was.Slipping a hand around the small of her back, he attempted to pull her even closer to deepen that kiss, only to find the soft hips that he had previously fondled before to be unwelcoming as a piece of rock to the touch.It was akin to being brought back to his senses with a douse of cold water from above, and a surge of irascibility and exasperation roused within him as he met Genevieve’s pristine eyes.Relinquishing his hold on her, he stood back up and massaged his own temples aggressively with his slender fingers. “Go ahead and hit the showers. The housekeeper will come by tomorrow to get the dining table cleared up in the morning,” he said in a hoarse voice.“Oh, okay.” Smilingly, Genevieve tossed the napkin onto the table before she strolled off to the bedroom with the tablet in hand.Judging from how tautly the soft napkin she left on the table had been scrunched up, Armand could infer the extent to which she had held back just now.That only compounded upon his vexation.Armand did not return to the bedroom again. Instead, he went to a guest room where he spent time sorting out his mail until midnight.After he took a shower, he sat by the bedside and turned on the phone with the damaged screen belonging to Genevieve once more.As he went through the contents of the topmost piece of the notepad, he revisited the two occasions he had made physical contact with Genevieve since he came home today. Little by little, the overt lack of responsiveness from her unyielding body caused his eyes to darken.The next morning, Armand was roused by his own biological clock. Having freshened himself up, he changed into his suit and stepped out of the guest room.Dagna Peerson, the housekeeper from Swallow Garden, had arrived quite early. Per Armand’s instructions, she had seen to the preparations of breakfast in accordance with Genevieve’s preferences.When Dagna saw Armand, she immediately bowed in greeting. “Mr. Faulkner.”The thought of Genevieve needing to be waited on made the presence of the housekeeper in and around the place these coming few days unavoidable, so Armand grunted at her in acknowledgment before he sat down to