My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 144 His Expression Was Colder Than Usual
Genevieve was startled.
She looked up. When she saw the hair of the man holding her wrist was a little messy, and his eyes looked abnormally wild, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.
“Sir, I think you got the wrong person.” Genevieve tried to shake her wrist from his grip and stepped back.
“Lily, Lily, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. Can you go home with me now?” The man tightened his grip on her wrist again. He stared at her and pleaded, “Even if you don’t want me, are you going to leave our daughter all alone?”
Genevieve felt that the man was getting irrational. She didn’t dare to answer him, afraid she would enrage him.
However, her silence infuriated the man, and his expression changed in the end. “Why are you staying quiet? Are you waiting for that man to come? How long have you been together? Damn it! You are a b*tch!”
Hearing that, Genevieve tried to fish for her phone in her pocket. When she almost got her phone and was about to dial a number, the man pounced on her suddenly. He then strangled her with both of his hands.
In a split second, Genevieve sprained her ankle and fell to the ground heavily. Her back was terribly hurt, causing her to be in pain.
“You b*tch! I’m going to kill you! You betrayed me!” The man sat on top of her. His hands then gripped tightly around her neck.

Genevieve was almost out of breath. She grabbed the back of the man’s hand and scratched several bloody marks. However, her efforts were in vain.
A few seconds later, she felt her pain subsiding.
Besides, the air she inhaled seemed to become thinner and thinner. The expression of the mad man in front of her became gradually blurred.
After returning the key, Patrick was shocked to see what happened when he came back.
He quickly rushed over and pulled the man away. With a punch, he threw the man out, and the latter spat out blood on the spot.
“Genev!” Patrick knelt down on one knee and quickly patted Genevieve’s face.
Upon seeing Genevieve was not breathing at all with bruises all over her neck, Patrick quickly performed CPR.
He then shouted at the staff of the shooting club that rushed over. “Call an ambulance now!”
Patrick’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably when he saw Genevieve was motionless. He bit the tip of his tongue, trying to ease the panic he felt in his heart.
When the ambulance finally arrived, Patrick helped the nurses to carry Genevieve into the ambulance in a hurry.
Fortunately, Patrick came in time to resuscitate Genevieve when she ceased breathing. Although she resumed her heartbeat, she was still in a coma.
Patrick felt that his palms were numb and still quivering while the doctors were still checking on the bruises and wounds on Genevieve’s neck.
In the next second, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Patrick took out his phone. His face immediately darkened when seeing the caller ID. A few seconds later, he pressed the answer button and said, “Armand.”
“Where are you?”
“There was a rainstorm in Jadeborough. Our plane was forced to land in Springwyn.”