My Flirtacious Husband

Cooper’s brows knitted together, and a hint of displeasure showed on his face. “They only got married because of their
collaboration. Don’t refer to Genevieve as such in the future.”
In response, Timothy clucked his tongue. “Even so, they registered their marriage. Can you say that she isn’t Armand’s wife?”
At that, words eluded Cooper.
“If you doubt me and the entire hospital, you can install two surveillance cameras in Armand’s room and find someone to keep
an eye on him every day.” Once more, Timothy placed his hand on the man’s shoulder and teased with a chuckle, “Honestly
speaking, you’re doubting him, but you actually hope that he’ll never regain consciousness, right?”
Cooper didn’t bother responding to that. Instead, he again unceremoniously slapped the man’s hand away. “This suit of mine
cost a leg and an arm, so keep your hands off it! Besides, I’m not your friend.”
Timothy wasn’t irate even after having had his hand slapped off. Surprisingly, he was still grinning from ear to ear.
“We can be friends starting now! I rather like a businessman like you. You look decent and intelligent, so being with you all
elevates my social circle!”
Verily, Cooper was struck dumb.
He really detested Timothy’s enthusiastic and talkative nature.
Timothy continued rambling at Cooper, curiously asking him why he got divorced from Genevieve. Alas, Cooper ignored him.
The instant the elevator arrived on the first floor, Cooper swiftly hurried out as though the hounds of hell were nipping at his
heels.
When they finally stepped out of the building, Cooper pulled open the car door to leave, but Timothy had already caught up to
him. “I didn’t drive here, Mr. Sutton! How about giving me a ride?”
“Sorry, but it’s out of my way.” Smiling faintly, Cooper pried off his fingers that were gripping the car door.
After getting into the car, he took a piece of microfiber cloth out of his pocket before removing his glasses and wiping them.
All of a sudden, he remembered the incident when he brought Erica to a high-class banquet after his divorce from Genevieve.
Genevieve attended as well and publicized the conversation he had with Erica at the hotel. At that time, he wondered how she

managed to record it and thought of doing so.
It wasn’t until he later found out that she got together with Armand that it all made sense to him.
Thinking back upon that incident, realization abruptly dawned upon him, and he narrowed his eyes a fraction. “No wonder he did
that. He’s really shrewd.”
“Turn back at once!” he ordered the driver.
Timothy was heading to the roadside to hail a taxi then. No sooner had he taken two steps than Cooper’s Bentley screeched to a
stop beside him.
Cooper swung open the car door and alighted from the car. “Let’s have a drink, Dr. Jensen?”
Glimpsing the smile on the man’s face, Timothy sensed danger. “It isn’t good to drink in broad daylight. Besides, I’m on duty this
afternoon.”
“You’re absolutely right, Dr. Jensen. Being friends with someone like you makes it much more convenient when I go to the
hospital for treatment in the future.” Cooper stuffed the man who was planning to take off into the car, his smile as friendly as
ever.
Then, he added, “To celebrate our friendship, we’ve got to have a drink!”
Slipping into the car, he locked the car door and instructed the driver, “Head to Imperial Club.”
That turn of events had Timothy entirely dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, Genevieve entered Conference Hall 3 at Central Group with Steven accompanying her.
The conference hall was packed with journalists, with some gathered together to chat. The instant they spotted Genevieve
stepping in, they promptly swung their cameras in her direction until she went on stage.
Then, they started to barrage her with cutting questions.
“Ms. Genevieve, it’s rumored that you and Mr. Armand have long since gotten married. Is that true?”
“Is Armand really comatose and could never regain consciousness again?”

“Yes, Armand and I have long since gotten married, but taking our careers into consideration, we didn’t publicize it,” Genevieve
answered calmly.
She stood on the stage, allowing the flashing lights to blind her without batting an eyelash.
Subsequently, she clarified, “My husband is not comatose. He’s merely severely injured and needs to recuperate in the hospital
for some time. I just had a meeting with Central Group’s shareholders a while ago. While my husband is unconscious, I’ll take
over as Central Group’s CEO and manage the company.”