My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 53

Chapter 53 Take A Picture For Armand

A smile appeared at the corner of Timothy's lips.

He wanted to question why he had to care about medical ethics when Armand had no morals whatsoever. However, he could not help but roll his eyes and hold his tongue when he saw Steven whipping out his phone.

He then immediately placed his arms around Genevieve's shoulders as he gave her a kind and gentle smile. "I was just joking with you, darling! No accidents happen during blood withdrawal. On top of that, I'm the one who's doing it for you. The only thing you have to worry about is fainting due to my good looks."

"Why thank you so much," Genevieve replied with a twitch of her lips before slapping his hands away.

Upon arriving at the blood donation center, Timothy first brought Genevieve for a checkup. He only prepared the relevant equipment for blood withdrawal after confirming that she was healthy enough to donate her blood.

Genevieve thought that the thickness of the needle used to withdraw blood would be the same as the ones used to inject medicines. However, fear soon crept up in her heart when she saw the thick and long needle tube that Timothy took out from the bag.

Her arm trembled as she quickly averted her gaze.

"I knew it. I am indeed even more handsome compared to Armand," Timothy exclaimed with a click of his tongue. "I'm so handsome to the extent that you don't even dare to look at me."

Genevieve could not help but chuckle after hearing his words. Her tense muscles soon relaxed after knowing that he was trying to divert her attention.

She pursed her lips. "So, are you a top or a bottom?"

"Why do you ask? You want to share your husband with me?" Timothy asked with a smile as he inserted the needle firmly into her fair arm.

Genevieve's body tensed as she gasped in pain upon feeling the needle penetrate her skin.

Timothy glanced at her and tried to divert her gaze again by talking to her. "Technically, I'm a top. However, I could also be a bottom if your husband wants me to." Genevieve was just curious.

His words made her recall the way Armand looked at her with disgust a long time ago. She then imagined the exciting image of Armand restraining both of Timothy's arms above the latter before pinning him to the door.

Did Armand resent me due to him preferring men over women?

Soon, the empty transparent bag was filled with bright-red blood. However, Genevieve's cheeks, which were originally flushed, turned pale in an instant; she looked sickly.

Even Steven, who had witnessed many lives and deaths, turned away as he could not bear to look at her sickly face.

Timothy, however, immediately took the bag of blood and shook it in front of Steven upon seeing the latter behave in that way. He exclaimed with a grin on his face, "Three-hundred milliliters of blood that's still warm. Want to take a picture for Mr. Faulkner?"

The corner of Steven's eyes twitched. "No thanks."

Genevieve, who was still laying on the hospital bed, was a bit baffled when she saw the scene.

What's going on here?

Timothy assigned the rest of the work to a nurse as he stayed by Genevieve to talk to her and observe her condition.

After confirming that she did not experience any symptoms of discomfort, he then called for another nurse and ordered, "Go to Mr. Larson from the inpatient department and ask him to get a VIP ward ready. I'll transfer Genevieve over in a while."

"I won't be staying," Genevieve said. She felt her energy levels returning to normal after lying in bed for ten minutes or so. "I'll go back with Steven."

She did not like staying in the hospital for too long as Winifred passed away in a hospital.

"No can do. Your body is quite special. You'll have to be hospitalized for observation after blood withdrawal." Despite the smile on his face, Timothy spoke with a firm tone.

"Also, Armand has a lot of money," he added.

Genevieve was not sure if she was imagining things or not. However, she could somehow sense a tinge of mockery in Timothy's voice.

"Listen to Dr. Jensen's advice and stay in the hospital, Mrs. Faulkner," Steven suggested as he kept his phone in his pocket. "I've already informed Maria to prepare your dinner. Patrick has also finished his task and returned. I'll get him to bring you your dinner in a while and accompany you here."

"Okay." Genevieve nodded. She did not refuse this time.

The VIP ward of the inpatient department was a luxurious space with two bedrooms and a living room. Steven soon left after sending Genevieve to her ward.

It might be due to losing a lot of blood from the withdrawal earlier, as Genevieve felt immensely hungry as soon as she turned on the television. She felt the desire to eat, specifically sweet foods. There were various snacks laid out on the table. However, there were only biscuits and walnuts; no sweets were included.

Genevieve recalled the vending machine placed in the corner of the lobby that she saw when entering the inpatient department. She guessed that there should be sweets in it. Hence, she put on her jacket and went out.

She caught a glimpse of two women walking from the corridor when she went to press the elevator button.

The woman on the left had had beautiful features and a head of silky dark hair hanging down her back. She was wearing a loose purple dress with a slightly raised belly.