My Husband Is A Gary Stu

ry Stu

Chapter 1004

Fortunately, it only took a short while before Genevieve's wound stopped bleeding. Since she did not lose much blood, the three bags of blood remained unused. However, her face was as pale as a sheet, and Armand's heart ached when he saw her looking like that.

He brought her some warm water so that she could take her medicine, then took her to the ward.

Genevieve gazed down at her leg wrapped in thick bandages and said to him, “I've never really suffered any injuries while growing up. But I got kidnapped previously, and now my calf is wounded...”

After a brief pause, she continued in a confused tone, “Why can't I seem to catch a break?”

“You look pale and need to rest,” Armand replied, changing the subject. “Lie down and take a nap. I'll make you something delicious and bring it over tonight.”

Genevieve shook her head. “My leg hurts. I can't sleep. I wasn't looking at my phone while going down the stairs, nor did I miss a step. But the steps felt slippery as though there was something on it. That's why I tumbled down and crashed into the glass.”

Armand's gaze darkened, but his tone was gentle as he replied, “Don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of it.”

Genevieve was relieved when she learned she had been placed on leave. She stayed in the ward without fuss.

After returning to the government building, he checked the stairs immediately but did

noticed drops of oil on the steps that seemed

would also use the restroom upstairs. There was no way to track down who had spilled olive oil on the

Public Information. There had been some strong gales some time ago, causing the glass in one

and find out what floor they were supposed to go to before moving it away. None of them had expected such

aback by how cunning the perpetrator was to come up

person wanted

he did not act rashly. He waited until everyone got off work, then turned off all the surveillance cameras inside the building and headed to the Department of Public Information. He went through the documents, sticky notes, and water bottles on the

he detected the faint smell of olive oil on

flipped through the documents and glanced at the

hospital, Genevieve was lying comfortably on her side on the hospital bed, engrossed in a variety show featuring female

a food

nuts in her hand, then slowly sat up in bed. “I've been starving for ages. I ordered fried chicken

you eat junk like that? I won't

whether it was during their first meeting or just that morning, Armand had always been good-natured and soft- spoken toward her. However, at that moment, he was angry, and

aback, she mumbled, “I