My Flirtacious Husband

Johanna studied fashion design at Loang and had a mastery of the subject. It only took her one glance at the racks to be able to
pick out the most suitable outfit for Genevieve.
What was even more mind-blowing was how she could turn an unsightly piece of clothing into a stunning one, and that had left
the staff gaped in wonderment and shock.
Genevieve burst into laughter listening to Johanna share stories about the weird people she had met in the design institute. The
latter also grumbled about those she had come across during a social event she attended.
As the two got increasingly engrossed in the conversation, Genevieve felt the frustrations pent up in her fade.
After getting their hands full of items and headed for an afternoon break, Steven also made his way over.
Upon learning that Steven was there to collect Johanna’s belongings, the club manager handed them over without hesitation.
The few of them then took the flight at six in the evening and headed back to Jadeborough.
Upon arrival at about eight, the car sent Johanna to Langfield Hotel.
Before she got off the car, she solemnly shoved a slip of paper into Genevieve’s hand. “Genev, hold on to this IOU. I’ll pay you
back immediately after I earn the money. Call me if there’s anything. My phone is switched on 24/7!”
Genevieve did not know how to react in that situation and could only keep the IOU. “There’s no need in rushing to pay me back.
The important thing is to take care of yourself first. Why don’t I transfer you more money?”
“No, no.” Johanna waved a dismissive hand.
“There’s still a few hundred thousand in the card my mom gave me; so, it’s enough to last me for a while. Genev, you have to
keep thinking of me. Bye!”
“Bye.”
Only after watching Johanna swaggered into the hotel did Genevieve retract her gazes and let out a light chuckle. “Steven, we’ll
go to the hospital.”
“All right.” Steven took a glance at Genevieve through the rearview mirror.

Just as she arrived at the inpatient department, she coincidentally saw Timothy walking out of the ward.
He had his phone in one hand, seemingly in the middle of texting someone.
“Dr. Jensen.”
Realizing it was Genevieve, Timothy quickly stuffed his phone into his pocket. “Huh? You’re back so soon? You didn’t stay in
Xedells for a few more days?”
“I wish I could take a break too, but sadly, no. Cooper and the others are still waiting to give me lessons.” Genevieve shrugged
her shoulders, looking helpless.
Curious, she added, “Don’t you normally only come over at night?”
“It’s an exception today.” Timothy stopped smiling. “Genev, you have to brace yourself.”
Her heart sank upon hearing that.
Noticing the closed door of the hospital ward behind Timothy, she felt a surge of fear within her. “Is he... brain dead?”
She had heard that a brain-dead person was essentially dead.
It was out of Timothy’s expectations that Genevieve would have thought about that, and her response left him taken aback for a
while. “Armand isn’t brain dead. However, I found that the muscles in his legs are beginning to show signs of shrinking during the
checkup earlier. And that means even if Armand does wake up, he might not be able to walk on his own again.”
Genevieve froze on the spot.
Similarly, Steven was beyond shock and immediately fumed, “Don’t you spout nonsense, Timothy. If you aren’t capable of curing
him, then find another doctor for Mr. Faulkner. He merely hurt his head; how is it possible that something’s wrong with his legs?”
“I’m afraid there are no other doctors who can be as good as me, not just Jadeborough, but the whole country!” Timothy looked
displeased as his forte had been doubted. “If you don’t trust me, go find another doctor to run a check on Armand tomorrow!”
He then went on and threw Steven a question. “Armand was severely injured and even lost his vision fourteen years ago. Am I
right?”

“Yes.” Steven nodded.
During that time, he had not worked for Armand yet.
It was later that Steven sent someone to run some investigations regarding that explosion, only to find that a bodyguard had
used his body to protect Armand.
That explosion had resulted in Armand being hospitalized for a period of time too.
Timothy scratched his head and let out a sigh. “It must’ve been a trauma since then. I’ll use my connections to get a friend to
send over the best medicine to cure Armand’s legs. But no promises though for I can’t guarantee if he’ll still be able to walk when
he wakes up. I’m only a doctor, after all. Anyway, I’ve been on duty for the whole day and I’m exhausted.” He yawned. “Steven,
can you send me back? I didn’t drive today.”
Steven coldly answered, “I’m not free. Go catch a cab by the road on your own.”
“Well, Armand’s wife will do fine by herself. There’s no need for you to stay around.” Timothy put his arm around Steven’s
shoulders and forced him toward the outside. “I’m so good-looking, so it’s easy to run into perverts if I catch a cab alone at night.
If I get defiled, my future wife won’t want me anymore...”