Chapter 327 Do You Think I Am Despicable

From the look on her face, Armand felt responsible and leaned over to ask, “Does it hurt there?”

“No!” Genevieve turned around and glared at him.

“In that case, where does it hurt?” Just as Armand spoke, he reached his hand underneath the blanket, but Genevieve slapped it away at once.

She replied in embarrassment, “My back.”

Armand was stunned by her answer and quickly recalled how he ravaged her the night before. As a guilty expression descended upon his face, he put on his night robe and headed to the bathroom.

He was able to walk faster now due to his expanded field of vision and the fact that he could see better.

After returning with some essential oil from the bathroom, he suggested. “Lie down. I’ll give you a massage to relieve your discomfort.”

“Do you know how to?” Genevieve asked curiously.

Before he finished, he was

phone aside, he rubbed his hands with the

whether to laugh or to cry. Furthermore, an inexplicable feeling began to swell within

lying down, her porcelain-white back

was unable to see it. Or else, she wouldn’t have missed the cluster of hickeys that covered the space between her scapula

was an extremely

video, Armand had a good idea of what

started working from the inner sides of her lower back up to

felt both reassuring and comfortable, helping her

lips curled. “I’ll go harder, so it will

despite coming

about the pendant you showed me at home where Samuel’s picture was at the back.

the pendant, she

didn’t deny it. However, he remarked, “Whether I’m a child of the Faulkner

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