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.

four o'clock. After returning to the government building, he checked

upon closer inspection, he noticed drops of oil on the steps that seemed to be olive

the restroom downstairs was getting fixed, those from the lower floors would also use

had been some strong gales some time ago, causing the glass in one of their office windows to

glass there temporarily, planning to go and find out what

was taken aback by how cunning the perpetrator was to come up with such

that the person wanted Genevieve to

off work, then turned off all the surveillance cameras inside the building and headed to the Department of Public Information. He

detected the faint smell of olive oil on a pen on the

at the name of the person who sat at

her side on the hospital bed, engrossed

carrying a food jar, he asked, “Are

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

could you eat junk like that? I won't tolerate it if you

during their first meeting or just that morning, Armand had always been good-natured and soft- spoken toward her. However,

aback, she mumbled, “I only took