My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Why Is He Calling Now
Since the effects of half a sleeping pill were about to wear off soon, Patrick hurried to the payment counter to get the ointment. Together with Maria, they then brought Genevieve back home.
When they were back at Regality Gardens and taking the elevator up, it struck Patrick that he had carried Genevieve several times that day. And it was only then that he realized how light she was, almost as if he were merely hugging a soft cushion.
She had one of her arms hooked around his neck, and her head had tilted forward slightly. Long, raven-black hair framed a small and delicate face, and she was furrowing her brows in her sleep. It seemed as if she were not sleeping well.
Due to the liberal amount of ointment applied to her legs, its strong smell lingered on her body.
Nonetheless, he could still discern a faint fragrance. It smelled like roses but was not as overpowering as the usual rose scents, inadvertently stirring something within him.
He could also feel a slight warmth from her fingers that gently brushed the nape of his neck.
Her arm would tighten around his neck occasionally, perhaps because she lacked a sense of security in her sleep. Even though the elevator was large, Patrick could hear his ragged breathing.
Once they got to the apartment, Maria headed straight to Genevieve’s room to draw the curtains and only realized Patrick was walking at a snail’s pace when she turned around.

“Patrick?” Maria called out. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
Patrick strode in and went straight to the bed, then leaned forward to place Genevieve gently on the bed.
Failing to estimate the distance accurately, the tip of his nose nearly touched hers when he leaned over, and he even felt her breath on his cheek.
Swallowing hard, he got up swiftly and turned away.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” he said.
“You’ve had a long night, so why don’t you go back to your bedroom to sleep awhile…” Maria began. She thought that since Genevieve had already received treatment at the hospital, everything should be fine after the former awoke. Hence, she was about to ask Patrick to go and rest.
But before she had even finished her sentence, he had already hurried out of the bedroom as quickly as if he were fleeing.
“Why is he acting so strange? Is it because he’s disgruntled about all the trouble he had to go through tonight?” Maria muttered as she tucked the covers around Genevieve.
Thanks to the sleeping pill, Genevieve had a good night’s sleep.
The following morning, Patrick was tucking into his breakfast in the small dining room when he suddenly saw Genevieve walk over in her long-sleeved pajamas. He nearly choked on his orange juice and quickly lowered his head as he coughed and spluttered.
“You truly are something else, Patrick. You can even choke on orange juice. You’d better not eat a meatball or something just in case it lodges in your throat,” Genevieve teased mercilessly as she pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down at the table.
Noting the smile on her face and the fact that she seemed to be in quite a good mood, Patrick felt much more at ease.
Rolling his eyes, he countered, “I was having a moment because the freshly-squeezed orange juice Maria prepared was too delicious, okay? Besides, I thought you weren’t a morning person.”
With that, he moved to pick up the pitcher of orange juice.
Genevieve immediately reached out to grab it from him. “Patrick Sullivan, I’m a patient. Are you seriously going to have a tug-of-war over that pitcher with a patient?”
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