My Husband Is A Gary Stu

y Stu

Chapter 988

Genevieve immediately questioned the propriety of her request once the words left her mouth. He's my boss. Why

am I ordering him around so naturally? In fact, he's the boss of a government institution.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Armand had already instructed the driver to head to General Hospital. He even

turned to look at her and asked, “Would you like to bring dinner for Cooper?”

“Sure,” Genevieve replied subconsciously. She was still confused about how she had so readily agreed to share a

car with her boss.

While Armand made a call, she chanced a peek at him.

That man had been in her ward when she first woke up in the hospital twenty days ago. He introduced himself as

Armand Faulkner and claimed to be Cooper's friend.

From his explanation, she learned that she had been kidnapped by Specter Corporation's nemesis. She later fainted

from excessive shock, and Cooper now lay in the hospital recuperating from gunshot wounds he suffered while

trying to save her.

Several days after she awoke, Genevieve received a call from a government institution checking in on her

recuperation. The caller also instructed her to return to work once she was better.

Genevieve recalled how perplexed she was. I was always working at Specter Corporation. How did I end up

transferring to a government institution?

On her first day at work at the government institution, Genevieve attended a meeting and learned that Armand was

her boss. She rarely saw him after that meeting as her workload became heavier.

She did not think she would bump into him that day after work and even board his car.

Why wasn't I repulsed when he hooked his arm around my waist? He didn't even ask for my permission!

Armand seemed to sense her gaze and shot her a sidelong glance as he spoke on the phone.

Under the faint glow of the lights above the backseat, Armand's cold features appeared softer than usual. He

stared tenderly at Genevieve with a smile in his eyes.

Genevieve's heart raced as she took in his expression.

She noticed his hair was a bit long and curled up near his ears. She found it adorable.

Genevieve hastily retracted her gaze and stared intently at her hands, which she had placed on her knees. She was

gripping her right wrist tightly as though trying to prevent herself from doing something rash.

Thank goodness I had the foresight to trap my hand, or I would've mussed his hair.

With her head lowered, Genevieve soon grew lost in her thoughts. Meanwhile, the car had arrived in front of Golden

Restaurant, and Armand alighted to pick up the dinner he ordered.

Ten minutes after he returned to the car, they pulled up to the underground parking lot of General Hospital.

Armand got out of the car with the packed dinner. Then, he circled to the other side of the car and opened the door

for Genevieve like a true gentleman.

Genevieve removed her hand from the door handle and got out. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

After that, Armand sent the driver home, saying he would drive back alone. He and Genevieve took the elevator to

the first floor, where they walked through a corridor shortcut and arrived at the inpatient department where

Cooper was warded.

Cooper had just finished a round of physical therapy when they arrived. Both he and his hospital gown were soaked

in sweat.

Genevieve quickly filled a bucket with warm water in the restroom. Then, she returned to Cooper's ward and wet a

clean towel in the bucket.

“Take off your sweaty clothes, Coop. I'll help you to clean up.”

When Genevieve noticed Cooper made no move to remove his clothes, she dropped the towel and reached out for

the button on his hospital gown. She muttered, “Your entire back is soaked. Don't you feel uncomfortable?”

“I'll do it myself,” Cooper responded curtly while pulling his hospital gown out of her grasp.

He had not failed to notice the dark expression on Armand's face when Genevieve returned from the restroom with

a bucket of water. He probably has a good mind to dunk my head in that bucket instead.

Genevieve insisted, “You can't reach your back.” Then, she tried to remove his clothes again.

Armand strode forward and grabbed Genevieve's arm, pulling her back.

“I'll help.” He knew he would lose his mind if he had to watch Genevieve touch another man.

Genevieve felt the warmth of his palm through the fabric of her clothes.

Before she could react, Armand had already loosened his grip.

He grabbed the towel from the bucket, ready to order Cooper to undress. Genevieve stood beside him, clasping her

hands behind her back.

Sighing, Armand said, “Go outside and wait for a while. I'll call you once we're done.”

“Why should I go out?” Confused, Genevieve continued, “I grew up with Coop, and he gave me baths when I was

young. Plus, he's my future husband. Why can't I stare at his back?”

Cooper, who was drinking some water, promptly choked.

He might have been elated to hear these words from Genevieve's mouth in the past, but things had changed

considerably.

Armand tossed the towel into the bucket, a thunderous expression on his face. Then, he threw Genevieve outside

the ward before locking the door.

Genevieve was speechless. She wailed, “Hey! Why did you leave me out here? And why do you have to lock the

door?”

What on earth could those two men be doing behind closed doors?