My Flirtacious Husband

Genevieve’s chest grew tight as she asked, “How low?”
Before that doctor could utter a word, Timothy replied, “Very low.” Instead of his usual casual tone, he added chokingly, “He
might be bedridden for life.”
Does that mean he’s going to be in a vegetative state? Genevieve knew Timothy liked to joke at times, but she was certain he
wouldn’t joke about such a matter.
When Peter and the others heard it, they looked rather indifferent. Genevieve even saw the two men behind him sneering coldly.
Soon, they saw a few nurses pushing the gurney out of the operating room.
On the gurney, Armand’s head and shoulders were heavily wrapped up with bandages. His eyes were shut, and he looked
terribly pale. In fact, he had lost the usual domineering presence of his.
At that moment, he was breathing with the help of a ventilator, and he looked exactly like how a deathly ill patient would appear.
It was safe to say that death was looming over his head.
The nurses proceeded to push the gurney toward a ward. After that, the exhausted doctor said to Genevieve and the rest,
“Judging by Mr. Faulkner’s state, we can’t lie and say that he’ll wake up. Hence, please plan ahead because he might need to be
hospitalized for quite a while, at least until he can breathe without the help of a ventilator.”
“I know you guys have done your best.” Peter nodded at the doctors. “Thank you.”
After Timothy and the rest of the medical staff left, Peter turned toward the people behind him and said, “Two of you should stay
in the ward to look after Armand.”
“That’s not necessary, Mr. Peter.” Genevieve smiled. “Since you guys have been here for a few hours already, you must be
exhausted. You may leave. I can manage here on my own.”
Hearing that, Peter turned around and glared fiercely at Genevieve.
However, Genevieve was unfazed.
Samantha chimed in mockingly, “Peter, just let her be. She thinks she’s really Armand’s wife, and she’s being wary of us. If we
don’t leave now, who knows what she’ll do to us when the reporters get here. You’re well aware of how feisty she can be.”

“You’re reading too much into it. I’m just worried you guys might be tired, that’s all,” Genevieve replied.
Just then, they heard a series of uniform and powerful footsteps approaching. The team of bodyguards Steven had asked for
had arrived.
When they got there, they all straightened their backs and greeted Steven respectfully.
Genevieve glanced at the team of bodyguards and said to Peter, “Mr. Peter, you can leave some of your men here if you want. If
they get tired, these bodyguards can take their places.”
Peter merely scoffed in response before he turned and left. Samantha and the rest followed suit.
After Peter and the rest left, all the energy suddenly drained from Genevieve, and her limbs went weak. She had to support
herself by leaning against the wall with her arm.
When Steven saw that, he immediately went to her. “Mrs. Faulkner, are you all right?”
“I’m fine. It’s just that I’ve been standing for too long.” Genevieve rubbed her legs and arms. The moment she felt she had
regained her strength, she went to find Armand in his ward.
In order to keep Armand safe, Timothy specifically arranged for a luxurious ward on the top floor for him to stay.
The bodyguards that had followed Genevieve there stopped at the entrance to the ward while she went in.
Although the spacious ward was decorated luxuriously, the layout was simplistic.
When Genevieve saw Armand lying in bed with the respirator, her heart ached.
She then walked toward the bed and hesitated momentarily before grabbing Armand’s hand to hold.
His ice-cold hand caused her fingers to tremble, but she held him tight as she recalled what had happened a few hours prior. I
should’ve run further away after Armand pushed me out of the car to save him the trouble. Instead of doing that, I took off the
helmet and got up. He didn’t even say anything after he saw me doing all that. Before the car exploded, he even ran all the way
to me to keep me protected in his embrace.
Genevieve felt emotionally conflicted when she remembered how Armand’s blood had dripped into her eyes, how the metal
shard had penetrated his head, and how he might be in a vegetative state for life.

With those thoughts running through her mind, she lowered her head and rested it on the back of Armand’s hand.