My Flirtacious Husband

Steven fell silent for a moment before replying, “Mrs. Faulkner, I’ve been working for Mr. Faulkner for a long time, so I know about the matter between him and Ms. Wood. Please believe me that Mr. Faulkner doesn’t mean to give in to her sometimes. In addition to being the third daughter-in-law of the Faulkner family, her family is also one of the four prominent families in Xedells. Now that Mr. Faulkner is the head of the family, he won’t be able to hold Ms. Wood accountable no matter how many times she messes up. If he does, the outside world will look down upon the Faulkner family. Moreover, she’s currently pregnant. Mr. Wood will not let it slide if he finds her daughter suffering at the Faulkner residence.” Steven had always thought that Armand was still in love with Marilyn, and that was why Armand had been so indifferent when he reported to him what he had found out about the matter from more than ten years ago. However, after accompanying Armand to Xedells, he realized that he was wrong. There were many situations when Armand had no choice. While he was talking, he lifted his gaze and took another glance at Genevieve. Steven had been working for Armand since the latter first got together with Marilyn. He discovered that although Armand had been with her for over ten years, he had treated her differently from Genevieve. Moreover, with Armand’s personality, if he and Genevieve merely had a cooperative relationship, he would’ve instantly shoved her away should she dare to throw a tantrum. He wouldn’t have immediately put off all his work and traveled to Springwyn to accompany her upon learning that something had happened to her. Hearing Steven’s words, Genevieve lowered her gaze and her expression darkened. Indeed. When the Rachford family still existed in the past, I was already no match for Marilyn. I have nothing left now and have to rely on Armand to get my revenge. Just then, a waiter brought the menu, which Steven handed to Genevieve. “Have a look and see what you’d like to eat, Mrs. Faulkner.” Genevieve merely shook her head before pushing her luggage back into the room. Upon returning to the living room, she noticed Armand sitting on the couch with a laptop on the coffee table in front of him and his phone to his ear. He seemed to be talking to someone. He also had a cigarette between his fingers. “Leave this matter for now. I’ll handle it when I’m back. And leave the rest of the matters to the other deputy CEOs…” The man’s tone was calm and cold as usual. He took a puff of the cigarette, and upon looking up and seeing Genevieve standing two meters away, he paused before stubbing out the cigarette butt in an ashtray. Armand put the phone away from his ear and glanced at her. “Go back to the bedroom and change your clothes stained with disinfectant. Take a nap if you’re tired. I’m handling some matters. Okay?” Seeing that she was still rooted to her spot, the man arched his brow. “Unless you want me to help you change?” Meanwhile, at Central Group, the secretary who was talking to Armand had placed her phone on speaker, so that the other employees of the secretarial department could also listen to the man to ensure smooth communication. Although their boss had moved his phone away and lowered his voice, his words were still audible. Upon hearing the last part, everyone in the secretarial department blushed. Is this something meant for our ears? Never had Genevieve thought that the man could say such daring words with a stoic face and a deep voice. She shot him a glare before pushing her luggage into the bedroom. She peevishly refused to change her clothes and lay down on the bed. Turning on her phone, she noticed many WhatsApp messages from the company group chat, including one from Patrick. Patrick wrote: Genev, does your throat still hurt? Ever since waking up in the hospital, Genevieve had only seen him delivering her breakfast once. However, she could not speak to him because of her throat condition. Seeing his message, she quickly replied: It hurt a little when I first woke up, but it doesn’t anymore. If you hadn’t come in time, I’d have been dead. Thank you. Patrick texted back: There’s no need to thank me. It’s obvious that I failed to protect you… Is there anything you would like to eat? Genevieve wrote: I wish to eat Maria’s cooking. I want to go back to her place in Jadeborough. She did not wait for his reply but turned off the phone and placed it on the side of the pillow. She slid down and wrapped herself in the blanket. Since I was a child, I grew up being pampered and could be as willful as I wanted. But now the Rachford family is no more, and my parents are gone. The only person who can comfort me now is Maria…