My Flirtacious Husband

Regality Gardens was a well-known housing area in the city center. It was famous for its prime environment, excellent services, and home to many wealthy people and celebrities. Patrick drove to the south entrance of Regality Gardens and saw a man dressed in a suit standing by the roadside. The man was looking around, and when he saw Patrick’s car, he quickly ran toward them. The man in a suit walked toward the backseat and greeted Genevieve, who had lowered the car window and showed her face. “Ms. Rachford.” Genevieve asked Patrick to unlock the car, and the man got in. Listening to Genevieve and the man’s conversation, Patrick learned that the man was a realtor agent. He was there to show her the houses. Soon, they reached the building at the back of Regality Gardens. The agent brought Genevieve and Patrick to the 16th floor and showed them the large condominium. The large condominium was elegantly decorated, with everything from an indoor pool to a home theatre. It was the kind that one could move in immediately. Patrick held on to Genevieve as they walked into the house. The latter sat on the couch, glanced around, and took out a card from her bag. “I’ll buy this.” “Sure.” As soon as the agent heard that, he quickly took out the agreement from his bag. The entire buying process took only ten minutes. Patrick sent the agent out, and at the same time, the doctor that he called had arrived at Regality Gardens. Since they could not get in, Patrick went down to fetch them. After the doctor entered the house, he lifted a bit of Genevieve’s wet skirt. Patrick stood next to the couch. From his point of view, he could clearly see Genevieve’s exposed calves. Her skin was burnt red, and almost none of her skin was intact. Judging by the seriousness of her calves, the burn on her thighs might have been even more severe. The doctor was still lifting her skirt, so Patrick turned around and clenched his fists tightly. “Ms. Rachford, your burnt injury is too severe.” As the doctor examined Genevieve’s calves, he gasped. “You need to go to the hospital. Ointments are useless. Otherwise, it’ll leave an unsightly, huge scar on your legs.” After hearing what the doctor said, Genevieve’s expression was calm, and her tone was composed. “So be it. Please apply the ointment for me.” The doctor did not say anything after she spoke. He took the best ointment and applied it to both her legs. Once the doctor was done treating her injuries, Patrick gave the medical personnel extra tips after sending the doctor to Regality Gardens’ entrance. He saw Genevieve leaning against the couch while hugging a pillow when he returned. Patrick secretly let out a sigh of relief as he noticed that she was not as pale anymore. The color had returned to her face. He recalled not seeing Armand when he went to the Faulkner residence earlier. As he fished out his phone, Patrick said, “I’m calling Armand.” He should know that Genevieve has severe injuries on her legs. Furthermore, Patrick hoped Armand could persuade Genevieve to go to the hospital. Otherwise, it would be a problem if there were scars. “No need for that. Mr. Faulkner is busy too.” Genevieve stopped him before he could call Armand. She lowered her eyes and said calmly, “It’s just injuries on my leg. I’m still alive.” Mr. Faulkner? Patrick was somewhat taken aback when he heard Genevieve address Armand as “Mr. Faulkner” since she usually called him “Mando.” Furthermore, he realized that something was amiss with Genevieve after leaving the Faulkner residence. “Patrick, please go back to Swallow Garden and bring Maria here,” Genevieve said, looking exhausted while leaning her head on the pillow. Patrick was momentarily stunned and asked, “You’re planning to stay here and not return to Swallow Garden?” “Yes. I’ll return when Mr. Faulkner needs me, but I’ll stay here when he doesn’t.” It seemed like Genevieve did not want to talk with him as she took her phone from the couch. “All right. I’ll go pick her now.” Looking at her in that state, Patrick could not help but soften his tone. “Genev, is there anything that you would like to eat?” She did not answer but turned her head to look at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Patrick massaged his temples. When he left, he could not help but wonder what happened to Genevieve when she was at the Faulkner residence where she suffered such a severe burnt injury.