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.”

then leaned forward to place Genevieve

his nose nearly touched hers when he

he got up

in the living room if

back to your bedroom to sleep awhile…” Maria began. She thought that since Genevieve had already received treatment at the hospital,

already hurried out of the

so strange? Is it because he’s disgruntled about all the trouble he had to go through

sleeping pill, Genevieve had a good

room when he suddenly saw Genevieve walk over in her long-sleeved pajamas. He nearly choked on

juice. You’d better not eat a meatball or something just in case it lodges in your throat,” Genevieve teased mercilessly

the smile on her face and the fact that she seemed to

“I was having a moment because the freshly-squeezed orange juice

he moved to pick

immediately reached out to grab it from him. “Patrick Sullivan, I’m a patient. Are you seriously

the pitcher and placed it next to him, then lifted