My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Just when the car was about to hit Genevieve, someone emerged and pulled her away,

The car brushe past them and disappeared in no time M. Rashtont, not worthy of lying for ” The one who saved Genevieve wall Amanda dure, Steven lle continued. “Who will take care of your grandmother if you om lite her!”

The devastated Genevieve finally came to her season. That‘s right Who is going to take war of my grandma il I die?

Soon after a car stopped right in front of them. Steven opened the car door to the backseat for her: “MrFaulkner would like to see you. Ile can give you whatever you need.”

“He can give me whatever I want, but what can I give him in return?” Genevieve smiled bitterly

She was not a fool to think that the man would help her unconditionally just because he had slept with her by accident

Not only had her reputation been ruined, but she had also lost everything at the moment,

Gripping her arms, Genevieve responded in a low voice, “Thank you for saving me. Also, I give my thanks to Mr. Faulkner, but I don‘t want to lose my last shred of dignity.”

Seeing Genevieve‘s reaction, Steven didn‘t say anything else. Tlolding out his hand with a business card between his lingers, he uttered, “Ms. Rachforil, here‘s my contact number. Just give me a call if you need anything.”

“All right.” Genevieve took the business card absent–mindedly and left.

Not long after, Steven returned to Swallow Garden. When he saw Armand, he relayed what Genevieve had said to him. Following that, Steven added, “Mr. Faulkner, that car seemed to speed straight toward Ms. Rachford.”

Armand‘s expression darkened. “Investigate this matter and assign someone to follow her in secret. Just make sure she is safe”

That woman needs to learn how to lower her pride.

Genevieve went to the hospital.

Winifred had been in bed for a few days ever since her last cardiac arrest. She no longer needed an oxygen mask.

Although Winifred was still unable to get off the bed, her complexion had improved.

Genevieve forced a smile and walked into the ward. “Grandma, how are you feeling?”

“Much better.” At first glance, Winifred could tell that Genevieve had cried not long ago.