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Chapter 147 Let Us Get A Divorce
The man had taken a chair and placed it before him to use as a table. He was working on his laptop. His
sleeves were rolled up slightly, revealing his firm arm muscles. Genevieve’s light cough attracted his
attention. Hence, he looked up and saw that Genevieve had woken up. She was staring at him with a
blank look in her eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he turned off his laptop.
“Do you want some water?” Genevieve didn’t respond. She simply pulled the blanket higher and curled
up under it. When Armand saw that her temper was acting up, he raised his brows and walked to the
bedside. In a gentle but domineering manner, he lifted the blanket on her and embraced her with one
arm. Then, with his other free hand, he took the jug on the shelf and poured her half a cup of warm water
before putting it before her lips. “Drink up.” Genevieve struggled for a moment, but when she noticed that
she couldn’t escape his embrace, she slapped the cup away.
Luckily, Armand had a firm grip on it. Nonetheless, some water was spilled on the blanket. “Genevieve,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyou need to drink some water,” Armand said sternly before moving the cup back to her lips. Once again,
Genevieve pushed it away. The look in his eyes darkened. When he saw how she was unwilling to
cooperate, he took a mouthful of the water before turning around to kiss her directly on the lips.
Genevieve struggled as hard as she could, but her lips were still being forced open by him. After drinking
some water, she felt much better. The process was repeated a couple of times until she was fed half a
cup of water. Only then did he place the cup back on the table and used his thumb to wipe the water
away from her lips. “Do you want something to eat?” Armand asked. Genevieve looked up to glare at
him. Are you treating me like a three-year-old mentally disabled child? She had opened her mouth, but
she couldn’t voice out a single word. Noticing that she could not speak, Armand frowned and pressed the
bell by the bed to call the doctor over. Soon, the doctor was there with a few nurses to give Genevieve a
checkup. “Mr. Faulkner, when Ms. Rachford was sent here last night, I’ve given her a throat CT scan.
When I got the results, it was already too late in the night, so I didn’t come here for fear of disturbing her,”
the doctor said. “Ms. Rachford has suffered damage to her vocal cords, so she can’t speak. But then, the
damage isn’t permanent. All she has to do is to rest for some time, and it will gradually recover.” “All
right. Thank you, doctor.” Armand nodded. “You’re welcome.” At that moment, Patrick came in with a set
of breakfast in his hands. There were dark circles beneath his eyes. It was obvious that he hadn’t slept
for the whole night. When Patrick saw that Genevieve, who was lying on the bed, had finally woken up,
he finally felt relieved. “Armand, breakfast is here.” Because Armand was here, Patrick didn’t stay to talk
with Genevieve. After he put the breakfast down, he went out with the doctor and nurses. Armand
walked to the table and opened the bag of breakfast. He then took out a container of hot oatmeal from it.
Right after he opened the lid, he turned around, only to see that Genevieve had covered herself with the
blanket again. He had to pull the blanket away once more before he asked, “The blanket stinks of
disinfectant. Do you like the smell so much?” The man opened the notepad on his phone and passed it
to Genevieve. “Type out what you want to say to me.” Genevieve took the phone and typed away.
Armand lowered his head to see the words on the screen of the phone. It read: I don’t want to eat. I want
to sleep. Can you please get out? “Eat something. Or else your stomach is going to hurt.” Armand locked
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmher in his embrace once more while he stirred the oatmeal with a spoon. “Or do you want me to feed you
again?” Genevieve clenched her teeth at the thought of how she was fed water earlier. She passed the
phone to him once more after typing: What do you think of the incident last night when I was attacked
outside the shooting club? Do you think it was an accident? The man didn’t speak, but when Genevieve
saw the frown on his brows, she instantly understood everything. In fact, she knew who was the one who
had harmed the other two women who were supposed to marry Armand. She also knew who was the
one who had planned the car accident last time. Now that she was in danger again, she no longer
thought of it as an accident. Furthermore, she had never been to Springwyn before this, so she
wondered how that man could have coincidentally appeared and mistaken her for someone else right
when she came out of the shooting club. She even suspected that Queenie had only dared to attack her
because Marilyn was the one who had ordered her to do so. Genevieve suppressed the jealousy in her
heart before typing away on the phone again. Her message read: You’ve told me again and again that
you don’t miss Marilyn, but you condone anything she does. You’re such a great man indeed. After a
pause, she added: Mr. Faulkner, let’s get a divorce.
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