My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 395

Armand was unaware of the incident. He was upset as he said, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“What's the big deal? It's nothing more than going deaf in one ear.”

Back then, deafness was something insignificant compared to the devastation Genevieve felt from losing two children and learning the truth.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Her eyelids twitched at the sight of the number. After hesitating briefly, she had no choice but to answer it.

“Hello?”

Once the call ended, she said to Steven, “Steven, you can drop me by the street. Someone is coming to pick me up.”

Steven replied, “We're about to reach Regality Gardens. I'll send you straight—”

Before he could finish, a Rolls-Royce Ghost appeared on their right, just like a phantom. With its backseat window wound down, Jack gestured for them to stop as his car continued to bear down on them.

Armand looked outside, then ordered Steven to stop by the road.

Jack quickly got out of the car and walked up to the Maybach.

When he opened the backseat door and saw Genevieve, the look on his face softened. “Genev, why didn't you ask me to pick you up after your night out?”

“I was worried that you were busy,” Genevieve said. “I sprained my ankle, so Mr. Faulkner kindly offered to send me home.”

“How did you sprain it? Is it serious?”

“I'm all right,” Genevieve answered as she grabbed her bag from the seat.

She didn't get Jack to carry her. Instead, she alighted from the car by using his arm to support herself.

“Be careful,” Jack reminded as he helped Genevieve to get out of the car. He then removed his scarf and wrapped it around her neck before gently kissing her on her hair.

The intimate gesture caused Armand's expression to turn sullen. It was as if he could kill at any moment.

Before he left, Jack smiled at Armand. “Mr. Faulkner, thank you. I owe you a meal for this.”

Once they got in the car, Jack insisted on looking at Genevieve's swollen ankle.

It was until she told him she had treated it with a spray that he felt relieved.

“I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you because of my busy schedule.” Jack brushed the hair on Genevieve's cheeks away.

His gentle yet magnetic voice could easily intoxicate anyone.

Genevieve discreetly avoided his advances. She lowered her gaze and replied, “It's all right. You should focus on your work.”

Thinking that she was angry, Jack grabbed and kissed her hand. “When I'm no longer as busy, I can have lunch with you every day.”

Just as he spoke, he took out a velvet box from his jacket.

Even though it wasn't big, it held a large blue jewel that was in the shape of a heart. The jewel sparkled brightly when illuminated by the light inside the car.

Genevieve recognized the jewel as one that was sold for an earth-shattering four hundred million at a prestigious auction house.