Genevieve had thought Cassandra had her quirks, but she had never imagined the latter would resort to such dirty tactics. “Cassandra was the one who sent over our department's medical reports in the morning. They weren't in sealed envelopes, so she must've read mine before entering the office and learned I have a coagulation disorder. That's why she hatched such a plan. That b*tch! She's much more capable than me, and many are way more capable than her. Why doesn't she just be emo about it instead of taking it out on me? Is it a crime to be beautiful?”

My, my. She's quite vain indeed.

Suppressing a smile, he asked, “What does 'emo' mean?”

“It's a popular internet slang word for crying and being upset,” Genevieve explained, having just recently discovered the word on Twitter.

After eating to her heart's content, she drank the probiotics Armand handed her to help with digestion.

“I want to return to work tomorrow morning,” she said.

Noticing that she still looked pale, Armand could not help feeling worried. “Why don't you stay here for one more day? I'll deal with Cassandra tomorrow.”

Genevieve waved her hand dismissively. “She's picking on me, so how can I ask a guy to take care of it? I'll go to work tomorrow and make sure that b*tch never dares to cross me again!”

Seeing how determined she was, Armand had no choice but to relent.

At around nine o'clock that night, Genevieve wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up and change into pajamas. She had planned to walk there herself, but Armand carried her into the bathroom at once.

After putting her down, he squeezed out some toothpaste on her toothbrush, then hung her towel on a hook within her reach.

Worried that she would slip on the bathroom tiles, he suggested, “Why don't I stay and accompany you?”

Genevieve was utterly stunned by his actions.

She placed her hands against the washbasin and gazed at him with a dubious look. “Are you sure your ex-wife was really merely a substitute? From the looks of it, you seem to have lived with her.”

Her expression turned cold as she continued, “Did you... do it with her?”

I can't help suspecting I've had the wool pulled over my eyes.

For a moment, Armand was bereft of words. Judging by the look on her face, I'll land myself in big trouble if I answer “yes.” Besides, while we were eating the other day, I swore I never touched other women. This situation will be the death of me!

After a few seconds, he finally answered nonchalantly, “Nope. I'm no caring soul, but seeing that you're injured, I should help you with everything.”

In the end, Genevieve still believed him and waved for him to leave the bathroom.

She felt much better after removing her makeup. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Armand placing several bottles on the table.

Hearing some movement, he turned around and glanced at her, then went and carried her to the bed.

He rummaged through the bottles for a small one. “I brought a rose-scented mask for you. Do you want to put it on now?”

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