Chapter 920

Armand cleared his throat. “Granddad, I'm not a petty person.”

“Pfft! I've seen through you since a long time ago.” Herbert snorted and stuffed a credit card into
Genevieve's hand. “Genev, go and get yourself some more nice clothes. Swipe my card, okay?”

Feeling amused by Herbert's authoritative tone, Genevieve giggled. She then leaned over and kissed
the old man's cheek before holding Armand's arm and stepping out of the residence.

Once they were out of the Zeigler residence, Armand suddenly bent over and leaned closer to her.

“What's wrong with you? Why are you getting jealous of my granddad?” Genevieve was utterly
speechless. Holding Armand's face, she gave him a huge kiss, too. “Is this enough?”

“Yep.” Satisfied, Armand held her hand as they headed toward the open-air parking lot.

Damian, Herbert's driver, was assigned to give them a ride. “Ms. Genevieve, where do you feel like
going with Mr. Armand? If you plan to shop for nice clothes, Greenery Mall is an ideal place. There are
various branded boutiques over there.”

“Okay! Send us to Greenery Mall then,” Genevieve replied cheerfully.

She took Armand's hand and fiddled with it before asking abruptly, “If anyone takes our pictures on the
streets, do you think my current identity will affect your advancement in the political sector?”

Damian chimed in, “Of course not. I bet Mr. Armand's career path will be smooth all the way as long as
General Zeigler is around.”



Undeniably, Armand was competent, and he did not need Herbert's help as he had connections in the
military and political world. Now that the Zeigler family was backing him up, it would be a certainty that
nobody would have the guts to spell him trouble.

Genevieve chuckled and leaned against Armand's shoulder, teasing, “Mr. Armand, how does it feel
living off your wife?”

Armand arched an eyebrow and responded, “Not bad.”

Upon reaching Greenery Mall, Genevieve asked Damian to take a spin elsewhere before dropping by
to fetch them at half past five later that day.

It had been a while since Genevieve last went shopping. As a fashionable woman, she was interested
in the new series of clothes displayed by various boutiques, so she dragged Armand along to visit
boutique after boutique, asking for his opinion after trying on the clothes.

Armand kissed her ear, murmuring gently, “My gorgeous wife looks good in anything. Buy them all.”

No words could describe how envious the salesperson felt. “Miss, your boyfriend really pampers you.
He waits patiently for you while you're in the fitting room and even squats down to help you put on your
heels. The other clients' boyfriends are a stark contrast to him. Right after they enter our boutique with
their girlfriends, many are stuck on the couch without moving at all. It's as though they have lost every
bit of their energy in a split second.”

“He's not my boyfriend. He's my husband.” Genevieve lifted her chin with a hint of pride and
blissfulness written all over her face. “I agreed to be his wife just because he pampers me.”



After looking around in a few boutiques, Genevieve felt a little tired.

Armand whipped out a pair of cozy slippers he had bought previously for her to change into. After that,
he thought of taking her for some desserts so she could have a short break.

However, Genevieve suddenly dragged him into a nearby shop selling traditional gowns.

She scanned the shop and noticed about a hundred types of fabric on the display racks on both sides
of the shop. However, there were not more than ten ready-made traditional gowns hung near the
cashier. Only then did she realize the shop specialized in custom-made traditional gowns.

Genevieve chuckled and leaned against Armand's shoulder, teasing, “Mr. Armand, how does it feel
living off your wife?”

Genevieve hod gotten herself fomilior with the foshion world since o long time ogo ond would usuolly
purchose clothes from common internotionol bronds. Therefore, she hod o perspective thot troditionol
gowns were for too old-foshioned for her ond only suited women obout her grondmother's oge.

Surprisingly, she thought the troditionol gowns in the shop were quite pretty.

The solesperson who wos tidying the fobric stepped forword with o smile. “Miss, ore you plonning to
get o custom-mode troditionol gown?”

Genevieve hummed in response before o light green gown cought her eye. “Whot's the size of this
gown? Con I try it on?”



In octuolity, oll the troditionol gowns on the honging pole were only somples for disploy, but seeing thot
Genevieve seemed to toke on immediote liking to one of the gowns, the solesperson decided to moke
on exception. Not to mention, the sight of Armond who wos corrying hondfuls of shopping bogs coused
the solesperson to hove o hunch thot he wos filthy rich ond extrovogont in spending.

After meosuring Genevieve's bust ond woist sizes by eye, she took the gown down for her. “Whot o
coincidence. This size fits you.”

Next, she led Genevieve to the fitting room ond poured o cup of coffee for Armond.

Armond put the shopping bogs on the couch ond took o seot. He hod just token o sip of the coffee
before Genevieve stepped out of the fitting room in the light green troditionol gown.

Genevieve had gotten herself familiar with the fashion world since a long time ago and would usually
purchase clothes from common international brands. Therefore, she had a perspective that traditional
gowns were far too old-fashioned for her and only suited women about her grandmother's age.

Surprisingly, she thought the traditional gowns in the shop were quite pretty.

The salesperson who was tidying the fabric stepped forward with a smile. “Miss, are you planning to
get a custom-made traditional gown?”

Genevieve hummed in response before a light green gown caught her eye. “What's the size of this
gown? Can I try it on?”



In actuality, all the traditional gowns on the hanging pole were only samples for display, but seeing that
Genevieve seemed to take an immediate liking to one of the gowns, the salesperson decided to make
an exception. Not to mention, the sight of Armand who was carrying handfuls of shopping bags caused
the salesperson to have a hunch that he was filthy rich and extravagant in spending.

After measuring Genevieve's bust and waist sizes by eye, she took the gown down for her. “What a
coincidence. This size fits you.”

Next, she led Genevieve to the fitting room and poured a cup of coffee for Armand.

Armand put the shopping bags on the couch and took a seat. He had just taken a sip of the coffee
before Genevieve stepped out of the fitting room in the light green traditional gown.

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