My Flirtacious Husband

“Mando!” Genevieve exclaimed as she knelt and caught Armand’s arm.

Coldly, he roughly shoved Genevieve’s hand off. “I told you before; I don’t need it.”

She watched as he fumbled around the wheelchair, stubbornly trying to help himself into it. Alas, Armand was too heavy, and every attempt to stand ended in a painful fall. The wheelchair even fell sideways.

Several minutes later, his arms and knees were covered in bruises.

Genevieve could not imagine how he felt when he woke up in the hospital and suddenly lost his ability to stand.

Her heart ached as she watched him try again and again.

After close to twenty falls, Armand finally got himself into the wheelchair with his own strength. Genevieve had also returned with a first aid kit.

“It’s not as if you’re paralyzed and wheelchair-bound for life. Falling isn’t embarrassing at all,” Genevieve muttered. She pulled his arm closer and applied a soothing spray to his bruises.

She could not help but add, “Ask someone to help you if you really can’t get up. Don’t end up with more injuries.”

“That’s fine.” Armand insisted, “I’ll never stand on my own two feet if I keep asking someone to help me.”

pursed her

when she noticed a fresh wound on Armand’s forehead. It was bleeding,

sharpened in the absence

face, which tickled. He also smelled her characteristic scent of wild roses,

reached his hand before him and managed to grab Genevieve’s hand. He pulled it toward him

still on her hand, he asked gruffly, “Can you give me another chance, Darling? I want

her hand tingled, and it was

“I gave you a chance back in Springwyn.” Sadly, he could

truth back then, I

Sadly, he didn’t.

chance, can you

was a question that had no

roughly tugged her hand out of his grasp and left the

had been busy at work. She was exhausted, and now that Armand was home from the hospital, she decided to

and easily

Genevieve took over and wheeled him to the dining table. She sat beside him and said, “What do you want to eat? I’ll take it for