My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 211

He was brought back by Steven as a child. As an orphan, he had no family to call his own, so he treated Steven as his older brother.

Ever since he was a kid, he had never gone against anything that Steven had told him to do.

That was until he met a girl one day, who had a smile sweeter than candy and brighter than the sun.

She would play games with him, remember all of his favorite food, and breathe energy into his life. He felt like a real human being whenever he was with her, with flesh, blood, and bone. With her around, he could feel his heart beating in his chest. When she was around, he was no longer the stone-cold killing machine he usually was.

He was thankful that he was in Jadeborough, and he was happy that he had met her.

The time he had spent with her was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life.

He knew he was deeply in love with this girl and was willing to do everything for her.

“I know, I know,” Genevieve murmured as she stroked his cold face. Her lips trembled as she choked out, “Don’t leave me. You said you were going to bring me to Kransbay. You said there was a gorgeous beach there that you wanted to show me. I’ll take you to the hospital. You’ll be fine!”

She tried to get up with Patrick in her arms but forgot that her legs were still tied and so she fell down once again.

“It’s no use, Genev.” Patrick held her hand with all his remaining strength. He could feel his lungs collapsing, and his voice became weaker as he murmured, “I have s-so much that I-I want to s-say to you…”

“What is it? I’m listening,” Genevieve whispered as she continued weeping.

Patrick let out two harsh breaths and said, “I-I lied. I’ve never h-had a girlfriend. I-I’ve never held a girl’s hand, n-nor have I e-ever k-kissed a girl. C-Can you kiss me, Genev?”

“Of course,” Genevieve whispered as she leaned down and kissed him gently on his lips, which were now cold as marble.

The kiss tasted like blood, rain, and tears, as Genevieve couldn’t stop crying.

Patrick smiled, finally satisfied. “It’s as soft as I imagined…”

He coughed once and a startling amount of blood spilled out of his mouth and onto his shirt.