Why Is He Calling Now
Since the effects of half a sleeping pill were about to wear off soon, Patrick hurried to the payment
counter to get the ointment. Together with Maria, they then brought Genevieve back home.
When they were back at Regality Gardens and taking the elevator up, it struck Patrick that he had
carried Genevieve several times that day. And it was only then that he realized how light she was,
almost as if he were merely hugging a soft cushion.
She had one of her arms hooked around his neck, and her head had tilted forward slightly. Long,
raven-black hair framed a small and delicate face, and she was furrowing her brows in her sleep. It
seemed as if she were not sleeping well.
Due to the liberal amount of ointment applied to her legs, its strong smell lingered on her body.
Nonetheless, he could still discern a faint fragrance. It smelled like roses but was not as overpowering
as the usual rose scents, inadvertently stirring something within him.
He could also feel a slight warmth from her fingers that gently brushed the nape of his neck.
Her arm would tighten around his neck occasionally, perhaps because she lacked a sense of security
in her sleep. Even though the elevator was large, Patrick could hear his ragged breathing.
Once they got to the apartment, Maria headed straight to Genevieve’s room to draw the curtains and
only realized Patrick was walking at a snail’s pace when she turned around.
“Patrick?” Maria called out. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
Patrick strode in and went straight to the bed, then leaned forward to place Genevieve gently on the
bed.
Failing to estimate the distance accurately, the tip of his nose nearly touched hers when he leaned
over, and he even felt her breath on his cheek.
Swallowing hard, he got up swiftly and turned away.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” he said.
“You’ve had a long night, so why don’t you go back to your bedroom to sleep awhile…” Maria began.
She thought that since Genevieve had already received treatment at the hospital, everything should be
fine after the former awoke. Hence, she was about to ask Patrick to go and rest.
But before she had even finished her sentence, he had already hurried out of the bedroom as quickly
as if he were fleeing.
“Why is he acting so strange? Is it because he’s disgruntled about all the trouble he had to go through
tonight?” Maria muttered as she tucked the covers around Genevieve.
Thanks to the sleeping pill, Genevieve had a good night’s sleep.
The following morning, Patrick was tucking into his breakfast in the small dining room when he
suddenly saw Genevieve walk over in her long-sleeved pajamas. He nearly choked on his orange juice
and quickly lowered his head as he coughed and spluttered.
“You truly are something else, Patrick. You can even choke on orange juice. You’d better not eat a
meatball or something just in case it lodges in your throat,” Genevieve teased mercilessly as she pulled
out the chair opposite him and sat down at the table.
Noting the smile on her face and the fact that she seemed to be in quite a good mood, Patrick felt much
more at ease.
Rolling his eyes, he countered, “I was having a moment because the freshly-squeezed orange juice
Maria prepared was too delicious, okay? Besides, I thought you weren’t a morning person.”
With that, he moved to pick up the pitcher of orange juice.
Genevieve immediately reached out to grab it from him. “Patrick Sullivan, I’m a patient. Are you
seriously going to have a tug-of-war over that pitcher with a patient?”
In truth, Patrick had wanted to pour her some orange juice. But after hearing that, he took the pitcher
and placed it next to him, then lifted his eyebrows at her. “You seem full of vigor and look nothing like a
patient.”
She glared at him. “This is my house, so you’d do well to treat me better.”
Nonetheless, he merely gazed at her with a wicked expression. “If you want to drink it, go make some
yourself. There are plenty of oranges in the refrigerator. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to get some
exercise.”
Infuriated, Genevieve retorted sarcastically, “Why, thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.”
Maria happened to walk out of the kitchen carrying a plate of pancakes, and a faint smile tugged at her
lips at the sight of the two of them bickering.
Just as they had finished eating breakfast, Patrick received an incoming call from Armand.
After glancing at his phone, Patrick was about to pick up the call when he suddenly hesitated. Come to
think of it, Genevieve’s injuries were so serious, yet he didn’t call once since yesterday afternoon. So,
why is he calling now?
Feeling rather annoyed, he declined the call and sent Armand a text message.
Steven wrote: Genev hasn’t been in a good mood because of what happened. She’s here with me, so I
can’t answer your call.
After more than ten seconds, Armand replied to his message: Hasn’t everything been settled after you
took her to the hospital last night?
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