Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 115

Armand sent the housekeepers back to work. Once he finished smoking a stick of cigarette, he then headed upstairs and entered Marilyn’s room. There, Armand spotted Timothy packing his medical kit. Meanwhile, Marilyn lay on the bed. Her face, which was no larger than an open palm, appeared stark pale. That sight made Armand’s heart ache. Timothy shot a glance at Armand when he noticed him entering the room. Timothy then huffed, “I’ve given her a shot to stabilize her pregnancy. Ms. Wood should rest for the next couple of days. She will be fine as long as she avoids getting too riled up.” “All right. Thank you for your hard work,” Armand muttered. “If you truly believe that I’m working hard, then don’t summon me the next time something happens.” Timothy slung his medical bag across his shoulder. His narrowed eyes were filled with displeasure. “Mr. Faulkner, please keep in mind that I’m only a surgeon, not an obstetrician. Next time, call the lead obstetrician, okay?” Timothy couldn’t help but grit his teeth. When his woman got drugged, he asked for me to help. When his ex-girlfriend’s pregnancy became unstable, he asked for me again! Like, what the hell is going on? Did I incur bad karma with Armand’s family in my previous life? And now I’m paying for that in this lifetime? Timothy then remarked scathingly, “I’m not a brilliant doctor. If Ms. Marilyn happened to have a miscarriage, who would be held responsible then?” Armand merely frowned in response. “The car’s waiting for you by the door.” “All right, all right. I got it.” Timothy rolled his eyes at Armand, then swiftly left the bedroom. Timothy was exhausted after helping the Faulkner family. He swore to himself that the next Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

time he went for a drink with Armand, he would claim some “hard work fees” from Armand. In the meantime, Armand strode over to the bedside. He pulled out a chair, then sat on it. “Do you want water?” he asked gently. Marilyn nodded. Armand picked up the flask from the bedside table and poured a cup of warm water. He then leaned forward to help Marilyn up and held the cup of water to Marilyn’s lips. The latter’s heart instantly turned fuzzy at the sight of Armand’s gentle and thoughtful gesture. She soon drank half a cup of water with Armand’s help. With one hand placed over the blanket, she caressed her tummy. “Thank goodness you arrived, Mando. Otherwise, this baby would be lost.” “I promise you that something like that would never happen again.” Armand pulled out a piece of tissue and dabbed away the water lingering on Marilyn’s lips. “You must protect the baby.” Armand gazed at Marilyn with his pair of deep, meaningful eyes. Yet, in them hid a trace of emotions indecipherable to Marilyn. Nonetheless, Armand’s faint expression and fragrant scent tempted Marilyn to climb into Armand’s embrace. She wanted to hug him tightly. At that instant, she regretted her choice of actions. She felt grateful, though, that Armand still loved her as usual. “Mando, wait for me.” Marilyn could not help it when she reached out to grab Armand’s hand. She laced her slender fingers between his and clasped them firmly. Marilyn then fixed her twinkling gaze on Armand. “Just wait a few more months for me. Then, I’ll be able to stand by your side openly. We can go to Petalgrove or Bellridge. You must accompany me to see the aurora. I’ll play the world’s most beautiful music for you to hear.” Marilyn desired to marry Armand and have his children. Meanwhile, Armand shot a glance at Marilyn’s hand, which was wrapped around his. A wave of disdain suddenly surged up within his usually tranquil heart. Armand pulled his hand back calmly. “Let’s talk after you’ve delivered the baby safely,” he replied flatly. Failing to grasp Armand’s hand, Marilyn quickly fell into sorrow. However, as soon as Armand promised to talk with her, Marilyn’s lips arched up into a smile. “This is your promise. Do not ever go back on it!” Then, there was a knock on the door. Samantha soon strolled into the room. “Mom’s resting in her room. I’m here to check up on Marilyn.” “Aunt Samantha, I’ll leave the two of you to chat.” Armand took the opportunity to stand up and take his leave. Samantha strode over to the bed and sat down at the bedside. She then asked gingerly, “Marilyn, is your tummy still hurting?” “Dr. Jensen gave me a shot to stabilize my pregnancy. It’s not hurting now.” There was a faint smile on Marilyn’s face.

She gripped her hands softly to feel the lingering warmth left by Armand. “That’s great then.” Samantha glanced at Marilyn’s stomach, a thoughtful expression on her face. Naturally, Marilyn noticed it. She frowned when Samantha’s gaze landed on her abdomen. Marilyn rarely ever interacted with Samantha as the latter spent most of her time working overseas. Even so, Marilyn knew that Samantha was a strong-minded career lady. Similar to Armand’s, Samantha’s thoughts were hard to read. “Aunt Samantha.” Marilyn bit her lips. She then asked hesitantly, “Is there something you would like to talk to me about?” “Yes, that’s right. There’s something I wanted to ask you.” Samantha did not bother to hide her motives. She leaned forward slightly, her sharp gaze trained on Marilyn’s face. “A few days ago, when I returned to Xedells, someone informed me that Samuel’s death was not an accident.” The instant Marilyn’s pupils narrowed, Samantha’s lips arched up ever so slightly. “Marilyn, you’re the wife of my third nephew. Tell me, do you think his death was an accident?”