My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 291 Sleeping Well With His Wife

Johanna could not beat Timothy. Every time she peeled a prawn, he would eat it when she was not paying attention. She was so furious that she was on the verge of crying.

Left with no choice, she peeled for both him and Genevieve. Only then did Timothy stop his sneak attacks.

After eating, Genevieve asked Timothy to send Johanna back while she hailed a cab to the hospital.

She nodded at the bodyguards guarding the door before entering the hospital ward.

Even though she had only been absent for two weeks, the room felt unfamiliar when she stepped in. Armand was still fast asleep on the bed.

Genevieve went to wash her face in the bathroom first. After coming out, she sat beside the hospital bed and stared at Armand quietly.

He had been unconscious for more than a month but still showed no signs of waking up. A faint feeling of sorrow engulfed her.

Timothy had told her that that one month was the most critical period—if he did not wake up by then, the chances of him waking up in the future would be slim.

done sleeping, wake up. I don’t want to manage the company

had already taken revenge on Marilyn. Now that Martha was dead too, she had also avenged Patrick. After dealing with the Wood family, she

to fulfill Patrick’s wish. However, if Armand remained unconscious, she could not

busy day, Genevieve was physically and mentally exhausted. Leaning

felt that it was uncomfortable sleeping while sitting up. Hence, she kicked off her shoes,

ward was

time, Timothy pushed the door open

he saw Genevieve sleeping on the hospital bed, he picked up a syringe from the tray and

taking effect within her

Genevieve’s face to check if she

grabbed his arm with an unhappy expression. “Your hand is filled with germs. Don’t touch

You said that you’re going to treat me to a drink, but in the end, you tried to pry information

Timothy, feeling perplexed. “My

Firstly, you’ve been friends with Armand for so many years. If he really got into an accident, you can’t possibly act so happily with others just a few days after the accident. Secondly,

loss for words, all Timothy could do was