My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 294

Genevieve was drifting in and out of consciousness when she heard the phone ring.

Just as she looked in the direction of the ringtone, she felt someone putting the phone in her hand.

"Hello?" the woman answered in a groggy state.

"Genev, the news of Mrs. Wood's death has started to spread." The person on the other end of the line was Johanna.

"The reporters are camping outside the company now. Should I go and pick you up?"

"It is all right. I'll head over there myself in a while."

"Sure."

After hanging up, Genevieve glanced at the phone screen, feeling considerably more awake.

It was almost nine a.m...

As she was used to waking up early, it felt strange to her that she had woken up at nine a.m. that day.

Was I really that tired?

Just then, Genevieve suddenly remembered that when she was trying to reach for her phone earlier on, someone had stuffed it into her hand instead. She also realized that something heavy was pressing down on her waist...

As such, the woman looked down at once and saw a hand on her waist. She got such a huge shock that she almost rolled off her bed.

The next moment, the hand tightened around her waist, pulling her into a warm embrace.

After Genevieve fell into the man's arms, she could hear his heart thumping steadily as she leaned against his chest.

Dub-lub! Dub-lub!

At the same time, she heard a man speaking in a hoarse voice, "Did that hurt?"

Has he already woken up?

When Genevieve realized that she was not just imagining things, she tried to scramble out of the man's arms at once.

She looked up and saw that Armand, who had been unconscious for over a month, was looking at her. Even though it was still that familiar pair of intense deep-set eyes, Genevieve could not help but feel that something seemed different...

"Armand?" Genevieve waved her hand in front of the man's face and said, "Can you see my hand?"

Without blinking, Armand replied, "Nope."

Genevieve had also noticed that his eyes were out of focus. Instantly, the joy which she had felt a moment ago from seeing that he had woken up dissipated completely.

"I'll go get the doctor..."

When Genevieve was about to get out of bed, Armand suddenly lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips against her cheeks.

"Darling, have I slept for a long time?" Armand asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yup. You've been unconscious for almost a month." Genevieve answered, feeling indifferent toward the affectionate term which he had used to address her. Pushing the man's hand away from her face, she continued, "Have some rest while I go get the doctor."

After putting on her shoes, the woman left the ward hurriedly.

Armand had a taut expression on his face. He could still feel the warmth from Genevieve's face lingering on his hand, which had remained on the blanket.

Soon, Genevieve returned to the ward together with Timothy and a few doctors.

As Timothy had been accompanying Armand at the hospital every day, he was very familiar with the man's recovery progress

However, as Genevieve was there, he had no choice but to pretend to ask the doctors to examine Armand again. "It's really a medical miracle that Timothy has woken up! His legs are recovering slowly as well. Wow! I think we can make a movie based on his experience!" Timothy exclaimed in a surprised and exaggerated manner.

Armand twitched his lips slightly and had an urge to strangle Timothy there and then.

When Genevieve heard that, she felt like a burden was lifted off her shoulders. "We should get the ophthalmologist to check his eyes. He can't seem to see."

The doctor who was present was the same one who had checked Armand's eyes the previous night.

When he saw Timothy winking at him, he understood at once. He pretended to examine Armand's eyes and told them that the man needed an OCT scan.

After that, he transferred Armand onto a gurney and wheeled him to the room for the OCT scan with Timothy and Genevieve tagging along.

The ophthalmologist scanned Armand eyes using a specialized device, and a few minutes later, he said in a reassuring tone, "Mr. Faulkner, the damage to your optic nerves is not that serious. There's a high chance that you'll be able to see again."