My Flirtacious Husband

Genevieve spent more than an hour bathing Armand. In the end, she was not only exhausted but had drenched her clothes too.
Therefore, she also took a bath and changed into clean a set of clean clothes.
After that, Armand lay on the bed while Genevieve massaged his legs gently.
Her hands felt soothing as they massaged his legs. The massage removed all the soreness Armand felt before, leaving him with
a tingling sensation on his skin. “Darling, can you massage a little higher.”
“You should be thankful that I massage your legs. Don’t make any more demands.” Genevieve grumbled, but she still massaged
upwards.
Armand sighed contentedly.
Although it was barely audible, his voice sounded like a moan to Genevieve, leaving her with a tingling sensation in her ear.
Then, she noticed something as she looked up and parted Armand’s thighs forcefully.
Genevieve was furious and indignant about what she saw. “You... Why do you have a reaction!”
“I still have feelings in my legs.” Armand’s voice sounded hoarse. “Your massage feels nice, so my body reacts naturally...”
“Shameless!” Genevieve took a bolster and slammed it against his body before leaving the bedroom.
Armand lay helpless on the bed.
After resting for a day, Genevieve devoted herself to work.
She took some time to have breakfast with Armand in the morning but would work late until past ten o’clock before she could
come home. Meanwhile, Armand remained at home and spent five to six hours in the gym daily, doing exercises.
Sometimes, Genevieve would return from work earlier and go to the gym to call Armand to have dinner. She noticed he could
walk slowly but stably by supporting himself on the railing.
He no longer looked strained whenever he took a step.
During dinner with Armand, Genevieve would tell him about the matters in his company. Sometimes, she would also consult him
about them.

Unlike Cooper, Armand would explain everything clearly while giving her room to think.
Therefore, Genevieve thoroughly understood what she did not know before.
Apart from that, Genevieve and Armand stayed in separate rooms. One lived in the main bedroom, while the other took the
guestroom. They had meals together and would sometimes chat. Although they were not close, they were not distant either.
Their days went on this way for more than half a month.
One day, Genevieve gave the secretarial department a half day off as it was a festive day. She went shopping with Johanna and
returned home around four o’clock.
When she opened the door, she instantly heard a young woman’s coquettish gasp. “I’m sorry, Mr. Faulkner. My hand slipped. Let
me help you take off this shirt and put on a clean one...”
After confirming that it was not her imagination, Genevieve rushed into the house without stopping to change out of her high
heels.
She looked in from the pantry room door and saw a young woman in a purple polka dot long dress with her back facing
Genevieve. The young woman was so close to Armand that she was about to sit on Armand’s lap. She was trying to take off his
wet short-sleeved shirt forcefully.
Genevieve’s expression darkened, and she shouted at the young woman. “What are you doing?”
The young woman was so shocked by Genevieve’s voice that she nearly fell from Armand.
She turned around immediately and saw Genevieve rushing to her in her high heels. Genevieve looked so intimidating with her
cold glare that the young woman shivered with fear.
Hearing Genevieve’s voice, Armand, who had raised his hands, slowly put them on the arms of the wheelchair.
“I’m asking you. What are you doing?” Genevieve came over and stood before the young woman. “I heard you speaking just
now. Why are you mute now?”
The young woman shuddered and said nervously, “ Mr. Faulkner’s shirt is wet. I... I wanted to help him change it-”

Genevieve slapped the young woman before she could finish speaking and scolded, “There is nothing wrong with his hands.
How can he not hold a cup properly? If I had arrived a little later, would you have taken off his shirt and sat on his lap?”
The young held her swollen cheek and mumbled, “No, that’s not true. Mrs. Faulkner, you have wrongly accused me...”
At this moment, Dagna, the housekeeper returned after going out to buy something.
The housekeeper walked in and saw Genevieve in the pantry. “Mrs. Faulkner, you’re back from work early today.”
Genevieve pointed at the young woman and asked Dagna, “Who is she?