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.”

went straight to the bed, then leaned forward to place Genevieve gently on

his nose nearly touched hers when he leaned

got up swiftly and turned

living room if you

to your bedroom to sleep awhile…” Maria began. She thought that since Genevieve had

she had even finished her sentence, he had already hurried out of

because he’s disgruntled about all the trouble he had to

pill, Genevieve

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

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

she seemed to be in quite

moment because the freshly-squeezed orange juice Maria prepared was too delicious, okay? Besides,

moved to pick up the pitcher

a patient. Are you

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