My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 35

Genevieve whirled around immediately. She noticed that there was a piece of metal shard pierced into

Armand’s back. His back was covered with blood. That made Genevieve realize why she could smell

the stench of blood. Genevieve’s heart ached when she saw how badly injured Armand was because

of her. She hastily pulled the silk scarf off her neck and pressed it on Armand’s wound, attempting to

stop the bleeding. “Patrick, get help!” “All right!” Patrick was about to hail a car when Steven arrived to

pick Armand up. The expression on Steven’s face darkened when he witnessed the scene. Without

delay, he let Patrick drive his car to the hospital while Steven himself stayed behind to handle the

mess. The car sped to the nearest hospital. In the backseat, Genevieve positioned Armand such that

he was leaning on her. Both Genevieve’s hands were putting pressure on the man’s back. Her silk

scarf had long been soaked in blood, but still, there was blood seeping from Armand’s injury. Even

though he was badly wounded, Armand’s expression remained indifferent. He could vaguely feel that

the hands pressing against his back were trembling. He caught a glimpse of Genevieve from the

corners of his eyes and noticed that she was biting her lips. “It’s just some metal shard, not a bullet.

Don’t worry.” Genevieve grunted in response. However, she found it difficult to ease her worries while

looking at the large piece of metal shard piercing into Armand’s back. Soon enough, the smart-looking

Timothy, who was wearing a white robe, came into view. He had been waiting in the emergency room

ever since he received the notice. Timothy swept a glance at Armand’s wound, then gestured toward a

hospital bed with his chin. “For an injury as minor as this, I’ll just handle it here. Otherwise, we’ll make

an unnecessary mess in the operating room, and someone would have to clean it up.” Genevieve was

rendered speechless. The wound caused by the metal shard was deep. When Timothy removed it,

Genevieve witnessed how Armand’s inner flesh was also being drawn out. The bones underneath his

skin were exposed. Genevieve’s heart raced as she witnessed that gory scene. Earlier, if it were not for

the fact that Armand had pushed her to the ground and shielded her in time, then Genevieve would be

the one who was seriously wounded then due to the explosion. She was indebted to Armand once

again. As Timothy cleaned Armand’s wound, he asked Genevieve casually, “How did Armand get this

injury?” “The car exploded all of a sudden.” Genevieve turned her gaze away, unable to stomach the

sight of Armand’s wounded back. “Mando protected me, which was how he got hit by that metal shard.”

When Timothy heard that, his eyes flickered. Realization soon dawned on him. This is probably the

work of that person. “Armand, congratulations.” Timothy’s lips arched up into a smile. The doctor

teased his patient cheekily. “You hit the jackpot again.” “Shut up.” Armand shot a cold glare at Timothy.

Timothy cowered in response and gave up teasing Armand. Once Timothy was done bandaging

Armand, the doctor promptly tossed his surgical gloves onto a plate. “Armand, will you be checking in Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

to the hospital or…” “It’s just a minor injury, so there’s no need for that.” Armand accepted the clothes

handed out by Patrick and swiftly changed into them. “It’s better that way, since I don’t need to arrange

a room for you.” Timothy shrugged. He then turned his head toward Genevieve. “Genev, are you

staying with Armand?” There was only silence in return. Then and there, Genevieve thought that the

doctor, who had tied his hair in a ponytail, was too friendly with her. They had only met twice, yet he

was already calling her by a nickname. Ultimately, Genevieve nodded her head. “That’s right.” “Well

then, I’ll have to trouble you to look after Armand for the time being. Don’t feed him any spicy food.

Never allow him to shower before his wound scabs completely. If he insists on having a shower…”

Timothy paused. He then continued, “Then you should help him with it!” There was a hint of teasing in

his voice when he made the suggestion. As soon as she heard that, Genevieve recalled the night she

washed Armand’s hair. She felt uneasy at once and mumbled something unintelligible in response.

Once everything had settled down, Genevieve and the others returned to Swallow Garden. By the time

they arrived, it was already one o’clock in the middle of the night. Genevieve soon discovered that

Steven had returned as well. Once Armand had gone up to the second floor, Genevieve walked over to

Steven. She asked in a hushed voice, “Steven, have you found out the reason as to why the car

exploded?” She had been gripped with a question for a while. My car was fine. So why did it explode all

of a sudden? Then, Genevieve’s lips twitched abruptly when she remembered a rumor about Armand.

Both of Armand’s ex-wives had died soon after marrying him. As for Genevieve, it had been only

several days since she married Armand when her car exploded. Steven seemed to have

comprehended what went on in Genevieve’s mind after examining the dark expression on her face.

“Mrs. Faulkner, there are many members of the Faulkner family who detest Mr. Faulkner. Hence, all the

vehicles in the garage have anti-explosive devices installed in them. However, the car you drove had

been sent to a service center for maintenance last week. I had been busy, and so I forgot to have

Patrick examine the car.” Patrick, who was nearby, rubbed his nose and then lowered his head. “It’s my

fault. I was careless.” “Of course it is!” Steven stated, his face sullen. “I reminded you time and time

again that whenever Mr. Faulkner or Mrs. Faulkner is heading out, you must inspect the car carefully

before you drive them. Yet, you’re always mindless about it. If it weren’t for Mr. Faulkner, things

would’ve ended up more serious than it is!” As he said that, Steven pointed a finger toward the door.

“Go home and ground yourself in ‘the darkroom’ for a week!”