My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 115 Protect The Baby

Armand sent the housekeepers back to work. Once he finished smoking a stick of cigarette, he then

headed upstairs and entered Marilyn’s room. There, Armand spotted Timothy packing his medical kit.

Meanwhile, Marilyn lay on the bed. Her face, which was no larger than an open palm, appeared stark

pale. That sight made Armand’s heartache. Timothy shot a glance at Armand when he noticed him

entering the room. Timothy then huffed, “I’ve given her a shot to stabilize her pregnancy. Ms. Wood

should rest for the next couple of days. She will be fine as long as she avoids getting too riled up.” “All

right. Thank you for your hard work,” Armand muttered. “If you truly believe that I’m working hard, then

don’t summon me the next time something happens.” Timothy slung his medical bag across his shoulder.

His narrowed eyes were filled with displeasure. “Mr. Faulkner, please keep in mind that I’m only a

surgeon, not an obstetrician. Next time, call the lead obstetrician, okay?” Timothy couldn’t help but grit

his teeth. When his woman got drugged, he asked for me to help. When his ex-girlfriend’s pregnancy

became unstable, he asked for me again! Like, what the hell is going on? Did I incur bad karma with

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Armand’s family in my previous life? And now I’m paying for that in this lifetime? Timothy then remarked

scathingly, “I’m not a brilliant doctor. If Ms. Marilyn happened to have a miscarriage, who would be held

responsible then?” Armand merely frowned in response. “The car’s waiting for you by the door.” “All right,

all right. I got it.” Timothy rolled his eyes at Armand, then swiftly left the bedroom. Timothy was

exhausted after helping the Faulkner family. He swore to himself that the next time he went for a drink

with Armand, he would claim some “hard work fees” from Armand. In the meantime, Armand strode over

to the bedside. He pulled out a chair, then sat on it. “Do you want water?” he asked gently. Marilyn

nodded. Armand picked up the flask from the bedside table and poured a cup of warm water. He then

leaned forward to help Marilyn up and held the cup of water to Marilyn’s lips. The latter’s heart instantly

turned fuzzy at the sight of Armand’s gentle and thoughtful gesture. She soon drank half a cup of water

with Armand’s help. With one hand placed over the blanket, she caressed her tummy. “Thank goodness

you arrived, Mando. Otherwise, this baby would be lost.” “I promise you that something like that would

never happen again.” Armand pulled out a piece of tissue and dabbed away the water lingering on

Marilyn’s lips. “You must protect the baby.” Armand gazed at Marilyn with his pair of deep, meaningful

eyes. Yet, in them hid a trace of emotions indecipherable to Marilyn. Nonetheless, Armand’s faint

expression and fragrant scent tempted Marilyn to climb into Armand’s embrace. She wanted to hug him

tightly. At that instant, she regretted her choice of actions. She felt grateful, though, that Armand still

loved her as usual. “Mando, wait for me.” Marilyn could not help it when she reached out to grab

Armand’s hand. She laced her slender fingers between his and clasped them firmly. Marilyn then fixed

her twinkling gaze on Armand. “Just wait a few more months for me. Then, I’ll be able to stand by your

side openly. We can go to Petalgrove or Bellridge. You must accompany me to see the aurora. I’ll play

the world’s most beautiful music for you to hear.” Marilyn desired to marry Armand and have his children.

Meanwhile, Armand shot a glance at Marilyn’s hand, which was wrapped around his. A wave of disdain

suddenly surged up within his usually tranquil heart. Armand pulled his hand back calmly. “Let’s talk after

you’ve delivered the baby safely,” he replied flatly. Failing to grasp Armand’s hand, Marilyn quickly fell

into sorrow. However, as soon as Armand promised to talk with her, Marilyn’s lips arched up into a smile.

“This is your promise. Do not ever go back on it!” Then, there was a knock on the door. Samantha soon

strolled into the room. “Mom’s resting in her room. I’m here to check up on Marilyn.” “Aunt Samantha, I’ll

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leave the two of you to chat.” Armand took the opportunity to stand up and take his leave. Samantha

strode over to the bed and sat down at the bedside. She then asked gingerly, “Marilyn, is your tummy still

hurting?” “Dr. Jensen gave me a shot to stabilize my pregnancy. It’s not hurting now.” There was a faint

smile on Marilyn’s face. She gripped her hands softly to feel the lingering warmth left by Armand. “That’s

great then.” Samantha glanced at Marilyn’s stomach, a thoughtful expression on her face. Naturally,

Marilyn noticed it. She frowned when Samantha’s gaze landed on her abdomen. Marilyn rarely ever

interacted with Samantha as the latter spent most of her time working overseas. Even so, Marilyn knew

that Samantha was a strong-minded career lady. Similar to Armand’s, Samantha’s thoughts were hard to

read. “Aunt Samantha.” Marilyn bit her lips. She then asked hesitantly, “Is there something you would like

to talk to me about?” “Yes, that’s right. There’s something I wanted to ask you.” Samantha did not bother

to hide her motives. She leaned forward slightly, her sharp gaze trained on Marilyn’s face. “A few days

ago, when I returned to Xedells, someone informed me that Samuel’s death was not an accident.” The

instant Marilyn’s pupils narrowed, Samantha’s lips arched up ever so slightly. “Marilyn, you’re the wife of

my third nephew. Tell me, do you think his death was an accident?”

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