My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670 Worried About You

Sylvie tidied her hair that was stuck within the sweater. “It's fine. It would be just right after I put on more clothes. I heard your conversation at the entrance earlier. You should join your friends. I'll call my assistant to come over here.”

Just as Zayne was hesitating, he glanced at her pale face and replied, “I already rejected their invitation. It's fine if I don't join them.”

She didn't say anything else upon hearing that.

The pain was still present in her body and she felt drowsy. He adjusted the bed for her so she could rest properly. Moments later, she fell asleep.

After that, he sat on the chair and checked the messages his pals had sent him.

One message read: You're so mean, Zayne! Don't you know Faith likes you? She purposefully invited us out to play so she could find a chance to confess to you!

Another one read: A girl's trying to pursue you, yet you're avoiding her?

Zayne scratched his eyebrows before typing: My cousin had an operation. She's alone in the hospital.

Another replied: Hey, is your cousin really more important than your future girlfriend?

Zayne: It's not like that, okay? My aunt disappeared when she was around seven years old. My grandfather looked for her everywhere, but he could only find my aunt's daughter. You can understand how devastated my grandfather was. My cousin suffered a lot when she was living overseas, and she didn't lead a good life.

The others quickly apologized to him and stopped forcing him to join them.

Zayne switched off his phone and turned to look at the woman on the bed. When he saw Sylvie furrowing her eyebrows with her hands gripping the covers, he frowned.

He leaned forward, carefully pried her fingers open, and wanted to put her hands back under the covers.

However, Sylvie, who was having nightmares, grabbed his hand tightly as though she had found her lifeline.

Her fingers were cold and slippery, making him feel kind of uncomfortable being grabbed like that. He tried pulling his hand back, but she wouldn't let go and pressed it against her cheek.

“I'm not wrong...” she muttered.

Zayne saw tears streaming down her nose and wetting the pillow.