My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 117 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.”

bed, then leaned forward to place Genevieve

nearly touched hers when he leaned over, and he

got up swiftly

be in the living room if you need

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

had even finished her sentence, he had already hurried out of the bedroom as

acting so strange? Is it because he’s disgruntled about all the trouble he had

sleeping pill, Genevieve had

Patrick was tucking into his breakfast in the small dining room when he suddenly saw Genevieve walk over in her long-sleeved

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

fact that she seemed to be in quite a

moment because the freshly-squeezed orange juice Maria prepared was too delicious, okay? Besides, I thought you weren’t a

pick up

from him. “Patrick Sullivan, I’m a patient. Are you seriously going to have a tug-of-war over that

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