My Flirtacious Husband

“The Faulkner family thinks the world of a pure bloodline. Naturally, they won’t let anyone with a dirty past be in charge of
Faulkner Group instead of them,” Armand said.
Genevieve then scooped a mouthful of oatmeal and shoved it into his mouth before commenting in a cold tone, “We’re no longer
under the monarchy system, but they’re still going on about bloodlines? Do they think that Xedells has a king and that they’re the
royal family? With their way of thinking, that means they don’t take children of farmers and homeless as humans!”
Armand nearly choked on the oatmeal.
However, when he heard how Genevieve was concerned about him, he smiled. “I have my wife managing the company for me
and waiting for me to wake up. Why would I feel upset because of those people?”
Genevieve ignored his sentence before shoving him another mouthful of oatmeal. “Of course, I’d wish that you’d wake up soon.
Who wants to take care of you for the rest of my life?”
Armand choked again.
He then swallowed the oatmeal, but the taste that spread in his mouth was a bitter one.
As Armand just woke and could not eat much, Genevieve only fed him half the bowl.
After the meal, Armand told her that she could ask him questions if she had anything she could not understand at work. Indeed,
Genevieve had encountered some issues, so she talked to him about a recent project that the company was involved in.
Armand immediately figured out what was the issue and gave Genevieve some guidance. His tips enlightened her.
By the time they were done talking about the project, it was already noon.
Armand did not stop Genevieve from leaving anymore. He only quietly said, “It’s going to be a long time before my sight
recovers. Darling, go ahead and do anything you want. I’m no longer related to the Faulkner family.”
The last part of his sentence seemed abrupt, and Genevieve wanted him to elaborate. However, in the end, she never voiced the
question.
Less than ten minutes after Genevieve left, Timothy came.

With his hands in his pocket, Timothy stood by the side of the bed and asked, “Oh, Armand. Do you think Genevieve will get
extremely mad if she finds out you were faking the coma for the second half of the month?”
“It’s best that you keep your mouth shut.” Armand narrowed his eyes. “Otherwise, it’ll be time for me to order you a coffin.”
A chill ran down Timothy’s spine at that. Then, he pulled a chair over to take a seat. “After I left the hospital with Cooper, he
asked me if I had any drug that can silently kill a baby in the womb. However, when we went to Marilyn’s place, Genevieve
decided to let Marilyn’s child off.”
“Even if he doesn’t ask that from you, I would,” Armand told Timothy. “I lost two children. She’s still getting off easy by losing only
one.”
As Timothy caressed his chin, he shook his head and said, “Marilyn’s been dating you for so long, but it doesn’t seem to matter
to you at all.”
“I’m not the one she loves; she is only after power. Why else do you think she’d be able to change her mind so quickly and get
together with Samuel?” A mocking smile grew on Armand’s lips. “I’ve given her everything she wanted for the past decade. If not
for me, the Wood family would have to take almost another decade before they can reach the glorious state they’re in right now.”
Back then, when he took off the gauze and saw the young woman in front of him, the upset he felt was almost indescribable.
It felt like it was her but not at the same time.
The best times he had with Marilyn were short. Perhaps those times were when he woke up in the morning and went to the
balcony to listen to her practicing her violin.
Hearing that, Timothy chuckled. “What a coincidence. Your wife said that to Marilyn last night too.”
Armand arched a brow. “What else did she say?”
Right as Timothy was about to tell him, he recalled the unperturbed look Genevieve had back then, and he quickly changed the
topic.
“Your love rival has gone on a business trip abroad that will take around a month. Armand, it’s best that you spend this one
month well. Even I can see that Genevieve’s heart isn’t here.” Timothy scratched his brow. “If she really leaves, it’s all over.”
Armand pressed his lips tightly together.

A long while later, he asked Timothy, “Are there any ways to court a girl? A movie, maybe?”
Timothy turned speechless.