Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 158

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Armand stared at the candied fruit through the glass display. “I’ll take a candied strawberry,” he said in

his deep voice. “Oh, okay.” The vendor hurriedly took a candied strawberry as he had requested and

packaged it before handing it over. “If your wife can’t eat it, maybe you can just let her have a bite to

see how it tastes.” “Sure. Thank you,” Armand replied while throwing a hundred in cash on the counter.

He then took the candied fruit and turned to leave. “Sir, your change!” “It’s fine.”

Naturally, the vendor was overjoyed to get a hundred by selling a single candied fruit. While putting the

money into a drawer, he poked his head out and watched as Armand walked away. There was a frown

on his face as he muttered to himself, “Why does he look so familiar? I feel like I’ve seen him before…”

Meanwhile, Genevieve had her eyes down as she stared at the slippers on her feet. They were floral-

patterned ones that were made for the beach, and the soles were incredibly soft. Her steps felt both

light and comfortable. As if she wanted to vent her emotions, she kicked the ground.

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She didn’t care if the slippers were worn out. In no time at all, Armand caught up with her and showed

her the candied fruit. Genevieve immediately stopped in her tracks as she stared at the candied

strawberry, then shifted her gaze to the man beside her. Didn’t he say he wasn’t going to let me have

any? “This kind of sweet stuff is bad for your throat, you know,” he nagged while tearing the wrapper

open, the fruity smell of the candied fruit wafting out. “Just take a bite and have a taste. Don’t swallow

it, okay?” Genevieve looked away and ignored him, continuing to walk forward with her hands clasped

behind her back. “Are you really not going to eat it?” She heard his deep voice from behind.

“There’s a trash can right here. I’m going to throw it.” Genevieve had barely taken a few steps. She

instantly turned around and walked back over. She took the candied fruit and brought it to her mouth,

chomping down on it. Armand, however, quickly pushed her head back to stop her from doing so,

which caused her to take a few steps backward. “Just a small bite.” At that point, she was so mad that

she couldn’t help but shoot him a glare. She loudly declared that she wasn’t going to eat but got greedy

when she caught a whiff of the strawberry scent. Thus, she made her mouth smaller and took a tiny

bite out of the candied fruit. The taste of strawberry exploded in her mouth, which tempted her to

swallow it. Genevieve narrowed her eyes. With both hands behind her back, she continued stepping

forward.

Upon seeing her relaxed movements, Armand knew that she was feeling better. He smiled without

making any noise. Her emotions came and went like the wind. There were far too many things to do

and eat in the night market. The more she walked, the more dazzled she was. She ended up buying

quite a few trinkets. However, because her vocal cords were injured, Armand refused to let her eat any

of the snacks that she saw. She was only allowed to eat two meatballs, and even then she could only

take a small bite. She watched as he finished the rest of the meatballs, and envy flashed in her gaze.

Genevieve: Just you wait. Once my throat is healed, I’ll buy ten meatballs and eat every single one of

them right in front of you. Damn you! Armand took note of the exclamation mark at the end of her

sentences and responded, “Okay.

I’ll be waiting.” “Come on and check out this place. You can win amazing prizes by eating pasta!” a staff

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yelled from a nearby pasta shop. “As long as you finish this challenge, we’ll give you a one-of-a-kind

prize!” Genevieve noticed that there were quite a few customers in front of a shop, so she strode over

to join in the fun. There was a notice taped to the glass door on the right, which said that the shop

served a kind of pasta called Devil’s Pasta. Most people would faint after taking a single bite of it.

Whoever wanted to participate just had to order a single plate of Devil’s Pasta. As long as one could

finish the whole thing without taking a single sip of water in between, they would get a unique plushy.

One of the customers asked, “What kind of plushy is it?” “It’s the one that’s been hung up here on this

wall,” the staff answered as he pointed toward the inside of the shop. There was a white cat plushy on

the wall that was around one meter tall. It was even wearing a collar with the words “you got this” on it.

The expression on its face was absolutely adorable, too.

“This pasta is our shop’s signature. Our boss came up with it himself,” the staff stated with a smile. “We

have a hundred branches all over the country, but we only have that cat plushy at this specific location.

There’s only a single one.” Some of the kids who had gone there with their families were desperate to

get the plushy, so their parents wanted to give the challenge a try. Shrieks of pain could be heard from

the shop.

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