Chapter 147


    The man had taken a chair and ced it before him to use as a table. He was working on hisptop.


    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


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    a nk look in her eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he turned off hisptop. “Do you want some


    water?” Genevieve didn’t respond. She simply pulled the nket 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 nket 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 pped the cup away. Luckily, Armand had a firm grip on it. Nheless,


    some water was spilled on the nket. “Genevieve, you 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 ce 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 re 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 herest night, I’ve given her a throat CT scan. When I got the results, it was


    already toote in the night, so I didn’te 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 wee.” 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 nket again. He had to pull the nket away once more before he asked, “The nket 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 her 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 incidentst night when I


    was attacked outside the shooting club? Do you think it was an ident? 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 nned the car identst time. Now that she was in danger


    again, she no longer thought of it as an ident. 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.