Chapter 1343 One Love Letter Is Not Enough

In the evening, the holiday resort would set off fireworks at scheduled times, and the children's
amusement park was also great fun. After having a barbecue, Amanda couldn't wait to drag a few
people out to play.

Armand had some matters to attend to, so he didn't go.

When Genevieve returned around nine o'clock, she was already completely exhausted.

After playing all day, the little ones were completely exhausted. They took a bath and went straight to
bed. Cooper and Sally also returned to their bedroom on the other side of the courtyard to sleep.

Genevieve entered the bedroom and saw Armand standing by the table, putting something into a
shopping bag.

“Mando, are you going out again?”

“No need to go out.” Armand looked at her drooping shoulders from exhaustion and chuckled a bit. “I'll
accompany you to the hot spring for a bath, so you can sleep better later.”

Genevieve let out a hum, reaching out her hand toward the man. Armand bent down and picked her
up.

It was almost ten o'clock, but the courtyard was still very warm, with warm yellow lights lining the path
to the hot spring. As it was a private courtyard hot spring, the mist made the surroundings hazy and
dreamy.



Genevieve boldly took off all her clothes and comfortably soaked in the water.

Armand brought a no-rinse hair spray with him. As Genevieve leaned in, he pressed some dry-cleaning
foam onto her head and gently massaged it into her hair with his fingers.

Genevieve leaned against his chest, almost falling asleep from the incredible massage he was giving
her. “Mando, are you still mad?”

“No.”

“That night we went out to watch the fireworks, why didn't you come?” Genevieve turned in the man's
arms and looked up at him, “You were just angry and avoiding me.”

Armand wiped the foam from the corner of her eye and said helplessly, “Really, there isn't any.”

“What were you busy with then?”

After asking, Genevieve explained to him again, “Although everyone is praising the love letters and
gifts that Zander sent me, I haven't opened a single letter, and I've never liked him.”

“I know,” Armand chuckled, “I didn't accompany you to watch the fireworks because I was preparing a
gift for you.”

Genevieve's eyes lit up, “What gift?”

After wrapping her hair with a towel, Armand picked up the shopping bag by the hot spring and handed
it to Genevieve.



Genevieve hurriedly took it and flipped open a velvet box from inside. In the box, there was a round
crystal ball, and within the ball was a freshly bloomed green rose.

Genevieve couldn't help but exclaim, “Wow, this is just too beautiful!”

Her amazed expression made all the displeasure that had been building up in Armand's heart since the
afternoon vanish. “It's just a rose quartz ball, I can make one too, and even more beautiful than his.”

“I can write love letters with roses too.” Armand took out a light green envelope from the shopping bag,
“And I can write them better than him.”

To Genevieve's surprise, the “something to do” that Armand mentioned was actually preparing a gift for
her.

She opened the light green envelope and unfolded the paper inside. Just by looking at the beautiful
calligraphy in each line, Genevieve felt a sense of delight and pleasure.

Genevieve praised, “Not only is Mando handsome, but he also has great handwriting!”

Armand's love letter was unlike those of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, whose passion is often
explicit. Instead, he wrote with restraint, hiding his deep emotions beneath the words. Yet, it was this
subtlety that made the reader become immersed in the letter, unable to put it down.

Genevieve wrapped her arms around the man's neck and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips,
“Mando, I really love your love letter!”



Armand asked, “So, you don't like me anymore?”

“Of course I like it,” Genevieve said with a smile, her forehead touching his. “I've changed my lucky
number now, it's fifty-seven. One love letter isn't enough.”

“Mmm.” Armand held her waist, pulling her close to his embrace, “Then I'll write you fifty seven love
letters with roses.”

Genevieve smiled faintly, then leaned in and kissed him deeply.

As the atmosphere grew more intense, Genevieve's face was flushed and covered in sweat. Her moist,
affectionate eyes gazed at the man as she teased, “Sir, what are you doing? Why don't you find the hot
spring water dirty now?”

Armand said in a hushed tone, “This is a private hot spring, there are too many people in the public one
outside. All right, don't talk anymore.”

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