My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 1268

Chapter 1268 Unknown Number

Genevieve turned around and gave him an incredulous look. “How would you know what I was worried about if I didn't tell you?”

“I've been your husband for years now. Don't you think there might be something wrong with our relationship if I didn't know what you were worrying about?” he countered wryly, laughing as he toweled her hair.

“Say, do you think Coop can be cured?” she probed.

Armand explained, “I've let the doctors review Cooper's yearly health report, but as for how long the treatment would take, it really depends on the doctor's skills.”

Hearing this, Genevieve instantly knew that there was still hope for Cooper.

She let Armand carry her out of the bathtub, and while she was in his arms, she leaned forward to give him kisses. “Cooper has plenty of money, so go ahead and get him the best specialists to treat him.”

Armand hummed in response. “I want him to have his own family, too, or he'd just keep fussing over you.”

“You know I still have three uncles and a handful of cousins in the Zeigler family who spoil me, right? You'll have a hard time managing your jealousy if you take everything so personally,” she pointed out blithely.

“It's not like you go back to the Zeigler residence that often. I can manage my jealousy just fine,” Armand quipped.

He set her down in front of the vanity and took out a hairdryer from one of the drawers. Just as he was about to blow dry her hair, his phone rang.

It was his personal phone, and only less than a handful of people knew the number of it.

Worried that there might be an emergency, he hurried to the nightstand and picked up the phone.

However, he was surprised to find that it was a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

It took a while for the person on the other line to speak. It was a low, gravelly male voice. “Armand, let's make a deal.”

Genevieve was toweling her hair. She saw Armand answer his phone, but she found it odd that he was remaining silent and letting the caller do all the talking.

After a while, Armand hummed curtly in response, then hung up.

Through the mirror, Genevieve watched him as he approached the vanity. His expression looked grim. “Who was it, Mando?” she asked.

“Someone from work.” The sullen look on his face vanished in an instant. He then plugged in the hairdryer and gently blow-dried Genevieve's damp locks.