My Flirtacious Husband

The man had taken a chair and placed it before him to use as a table. He was working on his laptop.

His sleeves were rolled up slightly, revealing his firm arm muscles. Genevieve’s light cough attracted

his attention. Hence, he looked up and saw that Genevieve had woken up. She was staring at him with

a blank look in her eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he turned off his laptop. “Do you want some

water?” Genevieve didn’t respond. She simply pulled the blanket higher and curled up under it. When

Armand saw that her temper was acting up, he raised his brows and walked to the bedside. In a gentle

but domineering manner, he lifted the blanket on her and embraced her with one arm. Then, with his

other free hand, he took the jug on the shelf and poured her half a cup of warm water before putting it

before her lips. “Drink up.” Genevieve struggled for a moment, but when she noticed that she couldn’t

escape his embrace, she slapped the cup away. Luckily, Armand had a firm grip on it. Nonetheless,

some water was spilled on the blanket. “Genevieve, you need to drink some water,” Armand said

sternly before moving the cup back to her lips. Once again, Genevieve pushed it away. The look in his

eyes darkened. When he saw how she was unwilling to cooperate, he took a mouthful of the water

before turning around to kiss her directly on the lips. Genevieve struggled as hard as she could, but her

lips were still being forced open by him. After drinking some water, she felt much better. The process

was repeated a couple of times until she was fed half a cup of water. Only then did he place the cup

back on the table and used his thumb to wipe the water away from her lips. “Do you want something to

eat?” Armand asked. Genevieve looked up to glare at him. Are you treating me like a three-year-old

mentally disabled child? She had opened her mouth, but she couldn’t voice out a single word. Noticing

that she could not speak, Armand frowned and pressed the bell by the bed to call the doctor over.

Soon, the doctor was there with a few nurses to give Genevieve a checkup. “Mr. Faulkner, when Ms.

Rachford was sent here last night, I’ve given her a throat CT scan. When I got the results, it was

already too late in the night, so I didn’t come here for fear of disturbing her,” the doctor said. “Ms.

Rachford has suffered damage to her vocal cords, so she can’t speak. But then, the damage isn’t

permanent. All she has to do is to rest for some time, and it will gradually recover.” “All right. Thank

you, doctor.” Armand nodded. “You’re welcome.” At that moment, Patrick came in with a set of

breakfast in his hands. There were dark circles beneath his eyes. It was obvious that he hadn’t slept for

the whole night. When Patrick saw that Genevieve, who was lying on the bed, had finally woken up, he

finally felt relieved. “Armand, breakfast is here.” Because Armand was here, Patrick didn’t stay to talk

with Genevieve. After he put the breakfast down, he went out with the doctor and nurses. Armand

walked to the table and opened the bag of breakfast. He then took out a container of hot oatmeal from

it. Right after he opened the lid, he turned around, only to see that Genevieve had covered herself with

the blanket again. He had to pull the blanket away once more before he asked, “The blanket stinks of

disinfectant. Do you like the smell so much?” The man opened the notepad on his phone and passed it

to Genevieve. “Type out what you want to say to me.” Genevieve took the phone and typed away.

Armand lowered his head to see the words on the screen of the phone. It read: I don’t want to eat. I

want to sleep. Can you please get out? “Eat something. Or else your stomach is going to hurt.” Armand

locked her in his embrace once more while he stirred the oatmeal with a spoon. “Or do you want me to

feed you again?” Genevieve clenched her teeth at the thought of how she was fed water earlier. She

passed the phone to him once more after typing: What do you think of the incident last night when I

was attacked outside the shooting club? Do you think it was an accident? The man didn’t speak, but

when Genevieve saw the frown on his brows, she instantly understood everything. In fact, she knew

who was the one who had harmed the other two women who were supposed to marry Armand. She

also knew who was the one who had planned the car accident last time. Now that she was in danger

again, she no longer thought of it as an accident. Furthermore, she had never been to Springwyn

before this, so she wondered how that man could have coincidentally appeared and mistaken her for

someone else right when she came out of the shooting club. She even suspected that Queenie had

only dared to attack her because Marilyn was the one who had ordered her to do so. Genevieve

suppressed the jealousy in her heart before typing away on the phone again. Her message read:

You’ve told me again and again that you don’t miss Marilyn, but you condone anything she does.

You’re such a great man indeed. After a pause, she added: Mr. Faulkner, let’s get a divorce.