Chapter 505 I Lost


    After leaving Central Group Tower, Genevieve strolled along the street aimlessly. She was all


    drenched, looking exceedingly wretched with her ck hair stered against her cheeks.


    It was summer, so the weather was sultry. As such, the rain hitting her wasn''t cold.


    However, she was freezing all over, especially in her heart.


    It was as though someone buried her beating heart in the snow in sub-zero temperature. Her heart felt


    so icy cold that it was numb and couldn''t beat anymore.


    She once said that it was foolish to be loyal in matters of the heart and to fight someone for a man.


    However, the things Armand didter softened her heart again and again. Even after so many years,


    she still believed him staunchly.


    s, she finally discovered that she had regarded herself too highly.


    The heavy rain clouded Genevieve''s vision, making it impossible to see anything in front of her.


    Suddenly, someone held an umbre over her head, shielding her from the wind and rain.


    A tall man stood beside her with an umbre in his hand. His long hair had turned into ear-length short


    hair, but his enthralling countenance hadn''t changed in the least. His emerald-like eyes were still as


    captivating.


    Jack gently brushed the wet hair clinging to Genevieve''s cheeks away. “Do you admit that you lost,


    Genev?”


    Genevieve closed her eyes for a moment.


    The moisture on her face trickled down her chin and onto the man''s hand, though one couldn''t tell


    whether it was tears or rain.


    Resigning herself to reality, she murmured, “Yeah, I lost.”


    Her health was poor in the first ce. Coupled with the fact that she had been in the pouring rain for


    half an hour, she passed out in his arms no sooner after she said that.


    While Jack was carrying her to the hotel, she started burning with a fever. Her body grew terrifyingly


    scorching to the touch.


    Fortunately, a blond personal doctor with blue eyes had been at the ready in the hotel room. The


    moment Jack returned, he gave Genevieve an injection for her fever.


    As he bustled about, Jack stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and unlocked his phone.


    There was a Twitter Awards Ceremony at Rolls-Royce in the city that night, so it was lively there. At the


    same time, things were also lively on the inte.


    All of a sudden, a phone call came in.


    He nced at the unknown number, his lovely eyes narrowed a fraction. Answering the call, he brought


    the phone to his ear.


    “Hello.”


    Before the other person had finished speaking, Jack snickered disdainfully. “Help you? Why should I do


    so? You should be thanking me for keeping you safe and sound for so many years.”


    Subsequently, the other person uttered something in a low voice, upon which Jack''s gaze abruptly


    darkened.


    He didn''t say anything immediately but turned and looked at the woman on the bed.


    A long whileter, he asserted without any room for negotiation, “Have someone deliver it over in an


    hour. If you exceed the time, our coboration will be considered void.”


    Having said that, he hung up the phone.


    The doctor had already given Genevieve an injection for her fever and told Jack that the fever would


    subside in about half an hour.


    Jack waved a dismissive hand, signaling the doctor to leave with his things.


    Pulling out a chair, he sat beside the bed and scrutinized Genevieve. He could see the abnormal flush


    on her face gradually receding and her breathing evening out.


    Out of the blue, the woman on the bed frowned and muttered in distress, “Mando, Mando... I miss you


    so much.”


    Jack grasped Genevieve''s hand. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed it beforementing with a sigh, “Why


    do you always side with him when I''m the one who has nothing, Genev?”


    At the very least, Armand grew up in the Faulkner family and enjoyed a life of privilege. What do I


    have? My childhood left me with no good memories. I even watched my mother die without the ability


    to do anything about it and ended up as an orphan.


    Just then, the doorbell rang.


    Jack got to his feet and opened the door, only to see a hotel server outside the door with a small cooler


    in hand. “Someone sent this to you, Mr. Valentine.”


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    Upon returning to the room, Jack opened the cooler and took out a syringe from within.


    The syringe was only the length of a finger, and it contained a milliliter of ice-blue liquid.


    He didn''t summon the personal doctor but took out Genevieve''s left arm from under the covers. After


    swiping it to disinfect the area, he jabbed the thin needle into her delicate skin.


    He watched quietly as the blue liquid entered her body.


    She''s dreadfully afraid of death, so if she dares y any tricks with me, I''ll have her know what it feels


    like to wish for death!