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 lips

wound on Armand’s forehead. It was bleeding, and she hastily disinfected the wound before covering it with a

other senses sharpened in the absence

smelled her characteristic scent of

to grab Genevieve’s hand. He pulled it toward him and kissed

he pulled her right onto his lap. With his lips still on her hand, he asked gruffly, “Can you

of his lips on her hand tingled, and it was exacerbated by the stubble that dotted

at him affectionately and replied, “I gave you a chance back in Springwyn.” Sadly, he

me the truth back then,

Sadly, he didn’t.

chance, can you

that had

roughly tugged her hand

busy at work. She was exhausted, and now

and easily digested foods to accommodate

into the living room, Genevieve took over and wheeled him to the dining table. She sat beside him