My Flirtacious Husband

He can’t even take care of himself anymore, but he still insists on clinging to his dignity?
Nevertheless, she soon realized that he used to be the one others had to listen to. Unfortunately, the tide had changed.
Indeed, it was a huge change.
When Johanna, who was lying on the bed, overheard their conversation, she widened her eyes and gasped. “Genev, your
vegetable husband is awake?”
“He came out of it this morning.” Timothy chuckled. “Don’t you feel happy for Ms. Rachford?”
“Didn’t you say that he won’t wake up?” Johanna frowned, seemingly unhappy. “He’ll be taking Genev away from me once he’s
awake. Ugh!”
Timothy nearly burst out laughing loudly before he deliberately said to her, “Not only is he awake, but he’s even in the room right
beside yours. Do you like the surprise?”
Johanna immediately cried out, “No! I want another room!”
“There aren’t a lot of rooms available right now. I’ve only gotten this room for you by sacrificing myself with the head of the
inpatient department. Young woman, you should be thanking me!”
“My dear mister, please sacrifice yourself again and get me a different room then.”
Genevieve did not know whether to start laughing or sighing at their argument.
She was far too impressed by Johanna’s liveliness. That woman had just gotten a grievous injury, but in the next second, she
was cheerful and beaming again. If she could leave the hospital right away, she would do just that.
Once the takeout arrived, Timothy stayed to take care of Johanna.
Meanwhile, Genevieve took the other set and went to Armand’s ward.
Armand was lying on the bed, seemingly making a call when she arrived.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, he put down his phone and coldly uttered, “I said I don’t need anyone to take care
of me.”

“It’s me.” Genevieve closed the door.
Instantly, the iciness of his look disappeared. After saying something else to Steven, who was on the other end of the line, he put
his phone on the bed.
“I thought you’d be busy with work. I didn’t think you’d come to the hospital to visit me.”
For a moment, Genevieve thought she could hear something else in his words.
After taking out the food, she sat down on a chair. “The new secretary was hurt when she opened a package, and she’s now in
the room next to yours...”
Genevieve then blew on the spoonful of oatmeal before bringing the spoon to Armand’s mouth.
Once Armand heard what happened at the office, he knitted his brows and swallowed the oatmeal. “I’ll leave this to you.”
The two then fell silent as one fed and the other ate.
Not long after, the oatmeal was gone.
Genevieve then put the packaging of the takeout away. Right then, she heard Armand’s request. “Please help me do the
procedures for my discharge if you’re free tomorrow. I want to go back to Regality Gardens.”
“No,” Genevieve instantly rejected. “You just woke up, and you haven’t recovered yet.”
Armand’s lips curled. “I’ve asked Timothy about it. He told me that my legs are fine and that I can do the physiotherapy sessions
at home to slowly stand again. Moreover, it’s not that... I can rush the recovery of my eyesight.”
When Genevieve heard him mentioning Timothy, she did not reject him any further. “I’ll get someone to send you back to
Swallow Garden.
“The housekeepers there have been taking care of you for many years. They know your eating habits and they’ll be able to take
better care of you. I have too many things to attend to, and I always sleep after midnight.”
“Okay,” Armand quietly replied.
The man then reached out toward the drawers and began swiping his hand across the surface.

When Genevieve saw that he nearly knocked the glass of water off, she quickly took the glass and put it in his hand.
It was then she noticed that his hand seemed a little cold.
She turned to see that the window was wide open, and the wind was rushing into the room. She stood up to close it.
There’s no need to leave the window wide open even if the room needs ventilation. Moreover, the temperature’s low at night. The
nursing aide that Timothy hired really is too careless.
“Rest well, then.” Genevieve walked over and took the phone from the bedside table. “I’m going to go to the next room to keep
Johanna company.”
Armand nodded. “Okay. Rest early too.”
Genevieve paused in her tracks when she reached the doorway and turned around to look at the bed.
The man’s eyes were lowered as he quietly lay back on the bed. The white light above him shone and cast shadows over his
defined features.
No matter how bright the lights in the room were, it would not affect him.
He could not see, after all.
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