My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1003

Genevieve pursed her lips at Armand's reply and typed: No! A colleague saw my lunch, and I was worried she would ask for an address if I told her I ordered delivery, so I just said it came from my boyfriend. If I'd known she was such a gossip, I would've told her my brother sent me to lunch.

Armand: Good thing you didn't. Anyway, everything's done. Hand over your work in the next couple of days before you move to the office upstairs.

Genevieve: That's fast.

They had just finished their examination in the morning, and the results were out after lunch.

Armand replied: All thanks to our talented Mrs. Faulkner.

Genevieve arched her brows as she read his message, clearly flattered by his praise. However, something in his text soon niggled at her mind.

She asked: We're just dating. I feel like an old, married woman when you call me Mrs. Faulkner.

She arrived at the restroom and kept her phone.

Genevieve was about to push open the door when she saw a sign at the entrance saying the toilet was out of use because of a faulty pipe.

She shrugged and headed upstairs.

It was her time of the month, and the first day of the cycle always exhausted her, likely because of blood loss. She typically spent the entire day feeling drained.

After using the restroom upstairs, Genevieve checked her phone.

Armand's text was waiting for her. Should I call you Darling, then? Or I could just call you mine.

Genevieve was grudgingly impressed by his wittiness.

Smirking, she was about to reply to his message when another text came in: I had masala chai delivered to your table. Make sure you finish it.

Damn that masala chai!

Genevieve's mood was ruined. She sent him an emoji of someone vomiting. Just as she was keeping her phone, she suddenly slipped and fell down the stairs.

There was a panel of glass at the end of the stairwell, and Genevieve rammed right into it. Glass shards flew everywhere.

She was wearing a midi dress that day, and a glass shard pierced her calf, immediately drawing blood.

Genevieve winced and gasped in pain.

Fortunately, a cleaning lady was heading upstairs to clean the restroom and came upon a bleeding Genevieve sitting in a pool of glass shards. The cleaning lady shrieked in surprise and quickly called for an ambulance.

Meanwhile, Armand had just sent away the institution head's secretary. On his way back to the office, he noticed employees crowding the stairwell and caught a glimpse of Genevieve.

His gaze darkened, and he immediately pushed his way through the crowd.

Genevieve sat on the ground, her arms littered with tiny cuts. Her left calf, however, was bleeding profusely after being sliced by a large glass shard, and the bandage around her wound failed to stem the blood flow.

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