My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 295

“Yes.” Armand seemed indifferent the entire time. It was as if going blind was not an issue for him.

It was then Genevieve recalled that Armand had lost his eyesight once fourteen years ago.

Back then, his injury had been grievous—his eyes were swashed in thick bandages, but he seemed unfazed at that time too.

Once in a while, he would talk to her on the balcony, and he would even have a small smile on his face.

Genevieve wondered why she was thinking about that when he was the one injured.

As she furrowed her brows, she dismissed those memories in her mind.

After going back to the ward, Genevieve went to wash up before putting on light makeup. “I’m going to Central Group. Should I get Dr. Jensen to keep you company?”

“Go a little later,” Armand said. “Darling, I want to have some water.”

By then, Genevieve was already at the entrance. When she heard the hoarseness of his voice, she halted in her tracks and ended up walking back.

After adjusting the bed for him to sit up, she then filled a glass of water and placed the glass by his lips. Armand then slowly sipped from the glass until he finished everything.

Some of the water splashed onto his hospital gown.

Armand said, “Darling, help me wipe my mouth.”

“Wipe it yourself,” Genevieve huffed as she shoved a piece of tissue into his hands. “Also, can you call me by my name?”

As Armand turned at her, he pursed his lips and said, “I can’t see.”

A beat later, Genevieve thought. You’re f*cking blind, not immobile!

Nevertheless, she took the tissue out of the man’s hands and wiped the water away from his lips. Then, she threw the tissue into the bin.

The furrow in Armand’s brows relaxed. It seemed like he was happy.

After having some water, his voice sounded more pleasant. “You’re my wife. Calling you by your name makes us sound like strangers. Should I call you ‘Love’ instead?”

“I don’t think that makes us sound like strangers.” Genevieve did not like him calling her by a nickname that was too intimate.

“Love,” Armand said. “I’m hungry.”