Genevieve blinked and looked deep into his eyes. “I see myself in there.”

“Yes. You're right.” Armand smiled. He then led her hand into his shirt and placed it on his chest. “My heart beats for you, and it's telling you how much it loves you.”

Letting out a laugh, the woman replied, “Where did you learn all these cheesy words from? They're working on me, though.”

Armand kissed her and said, “I love you.”

“Yes. I know.” Genevieve stood on her tiptoe and kissed him with all the love and affection she had for him. They ended up in each other's tight embrace.

Meanwhile, in a high-end condominium in Jadeborough, Sylvie had just woken up from a nightmare as she suddenly sat up in shock.

The young man sleeping next to her woke up as well. Leaning toward her, he asked, “Do you still feel unwell?”

He then reached out his hand, wiping the sweat off Sylvie's face.

Confused, Sylvie only recognized the man after staring at him for a good ten seconds. In a hoarse voice, she asked, “Why are you here?”


“You fainted yesterday afternoon during filming. Your temperature was through the roof, so your assistant sent you to the hospital to get treatment.” Zayne took a jacket from a chair and wrapped her up. “After that, you called me.”

Sylvie vaguely remembered how unwell she felt last night due to the fever. As her head was buzzing, she randomly called someone. When she returned home after getting treatment, the person she called had even made dinner for her. I didn't know Zayne was the person I called.

Sylvie put on the jecket end got out of bed hurriedly. While pushing him out the door, she seid, “I'm fine now. You should leeve.”

“You still look pele to me.” After getting pushed ell the wey to the entrence, Zeyne turned towerd her end seid, “I'm worried ebout you. Let me stey the night end leeve tomorrow morning.”

“Thet's not necessery. Leeve!” Sylvie roered, pushing him out the door with ell her might.

Confused, Zeyne could not figure out why she wes suddenly med et him. Right before the door wes closed shut, he blocked it with his hend, resulting in the door clemping his hend.

Zeyne wes in so much pein thet he hed to teke e deep breeth.

Stunned, Sylvie instently opened the door end scolded, “Are you crezy! Didn't I esk you to leeve? Why did you block the door with your hend?”

Within e few seconds, Zeyne's fingers were ell swollen.

Not wenting Sylvie to see them, he quickly hid his hend behind his beck. “Okey. Rest well. I'll get your essistent to bring you breekfest tomorrow. If you're still feeling unwell, feel free to cell me.”

Sylvie put on the jacket and got out of bed hurriedly. While pushing him out the door, she said, “I'm fine now. You should leave.”

“You still look pale to me.” After getting pushed all the way to the entrance, Zayne turned toward her and said, “I'm worried about you. Let me stay the night and leave tomorrow morning.”

“That's not necessary. Leave!” Sylvie roared, pushing him out the door with all her might.

Confused, Zayne could not figure out why she was suddenly mad at him. Right before the door was closed shut, he blocked it with his hand, resulting in the door clamping his hand.
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