My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Genevieve snapped back to her senses as soon as she noticed something on the marriage certificate. She turned to Armand and said, “Mr. Faulkner, y–you‘re older than me...”

“Yes. By nine years,” Armand added with a cold expression.

Genevieve stared at the age on the marriage certificate as she recalled the incident on the night half a month ago in the hotel.

What a shameless man he is! He‘s a grown man. Even if he was tricked that night, he wasn‘t drunk. He could have just pushed me away.

Seeing that Genevieve seemed a little upset, Armand asked with raised brows, “What? You got something to say?”

“No. I‘m just a little surprised,” Genevieve replied as she dismissed the complaint she had in her mind. She figured that their age difference did not matter anyway since they were not a real couple.

The two then walked out of the City Hall side by side.

Suddenly, a thought struck Genevieve, and she pursed her lips. “Mr. Faulkner, 1—”

However, Armand leaned in before she could get her words out. With his breath on her skin, he said, “I‘m sorry, I might have to kiss you.”

What?

Before Genevieve could realize what was happening, Armand held her chin, forced her head up, and planted a warm kiss on her lips.

Genevieve froze.

The kiss was not just a light peck on the lips. Armand pried open her teeth and deepened the kiss. His masculine scent filled her entire oral cavity, and her legs became jelly.

The kiss went on for a whole minute before it ended. Armand kept his hand on Genevieve‘s tiny waist to keep her from falling.

Genevieve‘s eyes were red as she tried to catch her breath while leaning against him.

Right then, a middle–aged man with a slick hairstyle, who seemed like a butler, approached them and greeted Armand with a smile, “Mr. Armand.”

Armand nodded. “Why are you here, Frankie?”

“I came to the City Hall to collect something,” Frankie replied and noticed the woman in Armand‘s arms. “This is?”

Armand pulled Genevieve closer. His expression softened as he said, “This is my wife, Genevieve Rachford. We got married three minutes ago.”

Frankie chuckled. “Congratulation, Mr. Armand. Old Mrs. Faulkner will be thrilled when she finds out.”