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 not find

closer inspection, he noticed drops of oil on the steps that seemed

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

been some strong gales some time ago, causing the glass in one of their office windows to break. They had placed an order for a new pane of glass, and it had only arrived

glass there temporarily, planning to go and find out what floor they were supposed to go to before moving it

by how cunning the perpetrator was

person wanted Genevieve to

inside the building and headed to the Department of Public Information. He went through the

desk, he detected the faint smell

documents and glanced at the name of the person who sat at

her side on the hospital bed, engrossed in

carrying a food jar, he

in her hand, then slowly sat up in bed. “I've been starving for ages. I ordered fried chicken after you left, but it

junk like that? I won't

just that morning, Armand had always been good-natured and

aback, she mumbled, “I only took one bite.