Genevieve looked forward to taking a nap on her long-deserved break.
Yet, the thought of Armand falling when he attempted to get into his wheelchair replayed over and over in her mind. She tossed and turned in bed and failed to fall into a deep sleep.
Eventually, she snuck off to the gym and quietly cracked the door open.
She saw Armand holding himself upright using a set of parallel bars. His legs were weak, and he could hardly stand. Instead, he was using his arms to hold himself up, and his knuckles had turned white from the effort.
He took several minutes to walk one step. His forehead dripped with sweat.
Genevieve watched as Armand suddenly fell down while trying to take a second step.
Instinctively, she wanted to rush into the room to support him. Still, she held herself back and watched as he fumbled for the parallel bars and slowly got to his feet.
Her heart twisted with pain while she observed his struggles.
Anyone, even a grown man, would have dissolved into a complete breakdown if they lost the ability to walk.
Yet, Armand merely gritted his teeth and returned to the grind instead of throwing a tantrum.
Genevieve could not bear to watch without helping and closed the gym door. She quickly sent Timothy a message.
Genevieve: How long should each rehabilitation session last?
Timothy replied quickly: He just woke up, so I wouldn’t advise him to train for too long. Once he completes his session, remember to massage his legs for him so his muscles can relax.
Genevieve: Can you help me hire a nurse? I’ll pay on daily basis.
Timothy: Your dear husband wouldn’t want one even if it’s free. You know how he is. Just do it yourself.
His reply frustrated Genevieve. I don’t want to take care of him at all!
She asked a housekeeper to prepare a cup of coffee for her. Then, she headed to the study to settle some work.
When the alarm on her phone rang, she headed to the gym and knocked on the door before entering.
Armand’s cotton loungewear was soaked from his efforts in learning to walk again.
Sweat streamed down his face and dripped onto his collar.
Genevieve pushed the wheelchair toward Armand and placed his hand on the handle. She coaxed, “Dr. Jensen said you should take a rest after completing your rehabilitation exercise.”
Armand mumbled an acknowledgment and placed both hands on the wheelchair handle. He quickly lowered himself onto the seat.
“Not bad. It’s a lot smoother than this morning,” praised Genevieve.
Armand was so sweaty that he soaked the entire wheelchair. She hurriedly wheeled him into the bathroom.
When she returned with a fresh set of clothes, she was surprised to realize that Armand remained seated in the wheelchair. “Why aren’t you taking a bath?”
He appeared helpless as he asked, “How should I bath myself?”
Genevieve realized then that he could not bathe himself in his wheelchair-bound state.
She did not feel shy about helping him to shower. After all, they had slept together countless times, and she was no stranger to his naked body. She calmly wheeled Armand into the shower cubicle and instructed, “Take your clothes off.”
Then, she turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
Armand had taken off his shirt by the time she turned around.
He had naturally lost weight during his one-month-long coma. Thankfully, he did not look sickly at all. Genevieve could make out some muscles on his chest.
Armand’s sweat-soaked pants were plastered to his muscular thighs, making for a seductive sight.
Genevieve bent over and helped him to take off his pants. When she straightened up, her gaze landed on his bobbing Adam’s apple.
Her breath turned erratic, and she could not resist stretching her hand out to touch it.
She only snapped back to reality sometime later. When she realized what she was doing, she hastily snatched her hand away.
Armand chuckled and raised his head to stare at her. “Do you still like my body, Darling?”
Despite knowing that he could not see, Genevieve felt as though Armand saw straight to her deepest desires.
She turned on the shower and doused him in water, grumbling, “Say one more word, and you can crawl out of the bathroom yourself!”
Armand’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
