Genevieve rarely had menstrual cramps during her period but would generally feel fatigued, so she slept until noon the next day. The housekeepers of the Faulkner residence were informed immediately at night, so none of them disturbed her.
However, Harriet was worried that Genevieve might not have any clothes to change into, so she had someone purchase some at a counter in a mall. The dozens of sets of clothes were then sent to Genevieve’s room without her knowledge. Not only were the clothes all from luxury brands, but there was also jewelry that could go with them.
Although the Rachford family had crumbled, Genevieve’s quality of life hadn’t deteriorated at all after she got together with Armand. Soon, she was able to pick out a suitable set of clothing for herself. The moment she opened the door and went out, she saw Marilyn coming out of her room as well.
Marilyn did not seem to have slept well, for she wasn’t looking good and had bags under her eyes. Genevieve had been bleeding a lot during her period, so her face was a bit pale, but she was in good spirits. When she saw Marilyn, she greeted the latter politely, “Good morning, Marilyn.”
“It’s already late in the morning.” Marilyn glanced at Genevieve before asking in a gentle tone, “Do you usually wake up this late too when staying with Armand?” Genevieve smiled. “I would wake up on time while at home, but I was… too tired last night.” Upon hearing that, Marilyn sulked as her eyes darkened.
She had heard from the housekeepers that Harriet had instructed them not to wake Genevieve up in the morning and to let her sleep for as long as she wished to. Marilyn swept a casual glance at Genevieve’s face, only to notice the faint hickeys on her neck. Quickly, she understood the reason Genevieve slept in and looked slightly exhausted.
Her face paled instantly as she gritted her teeth. “You… Last night, you two…” Genevieve pressed her hand on her neck when she noticed Marilyn staring at it, swiftly recalling that Armand had bit her last night. “My apologies for letting you see this.” Genevieve pulled her lips into a thin line before adding in frustration, “I told my husband that he should show some restraint when we’re not at home, but he didn’t listen to me.”
She felt delightful upon noticing that Marilyn’s body swayed, her face paling even more. I, too, know a thing or two about making people feel disgusted. When Genevieve raised her hand, Marilyn noticed a lovely bracelet on her wrist. She also realized immediately that it was Harriet’s favorite bracelet.
According to professional appraisers, it would at least cost thirty million. Although Harriet had gifted Marilyn a bracelet too after the latter got pregnant, it wasn’t as exquisite as the one given to Genevieve. Just going by that, it was apparent that Harriet was biased toward Genevieve. Marilyn clenched her fists as she suppressed feelings of envy that arose within her, looking at Genevieve calmly.
“You won’t be able to hold onto a man like him, Genevieve.” Without warning, Genevieve raised her right hand to show off her wedding ring. “Why would you say that when I’m already wearing a wedding ring?” It came as another huge blow to Marilyn’s ego. Supporting herself against the wall to steady her swaying body, she snarked, “So what if you have a wedding ring?
It was Old Mrs. Faulkner who had the rings sent to you both. Armand only put it on because he had always been obedient to his grandmother! Why do you think he even married you? It was because she forced him to do so! He would never have his eyes on a woman like you!” Her tone was menacing as she glowered at Genevieve.
“So who do you suppose he would set his sights on? You?” Genevieve threw the ball back at her. “Of course!” Marilyn had a gentle look on her face as she claimed in arrogance, “I’ve known Armand for more than ten years. He only adores and has eyes for me. On the contrary, You only married him for his money.”
She looked at Genevieve in disdain. “Indeed.” Genevieve nodded smilingly. “I’ve married him for the money, so I don’t care if he loves me or not. Even if he was forced into this marriage by Old Mrs. Faulkner, it’s got nothing to do with me. He can always file for a divorce, or I’ll just continue living as his wife.”
Marilyn bit on her bottom lip harshly. “Genevieve, don’t you think you’re lowly?” “I got together with him with my own abilities. He wasn’t married, so I never was a third wheel. Why should I think so lowly of myself when I earned all this with my own two hands?” Genevieve was still smiling gladly.
