My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 123 Tickle The Tip Of His Heart

Maria was unable to argue against Genevieve and had to let the latter drive her to the airport.

When they arrived at the departure lounge, Maria still held Genevieve’s hand without letting go. With tears in her eyes, she repeatedly told Genevieve to take care of herself. “Ms. Rachford, if you’re in a bad mood, then call me. Don’t do anything reckless.”

“Mm.” Genevieve nodded obediently and waved her hand with a smile. “Well, you should hurry inside now, Maria.”

“Okay.” Maria reluctantly went into the departure lounge.

It was past eight o’clock in the evening when Genevieve drove back from the airport.

As soon as her car arrived at the entrance of the underground garage, the security guard opened the gate and said to her, “Ms. Rachford, there’s a man waiting for you in the lobby.”

Genevieve’s first thought was that Patrick had forgotten to bring his elevator card again.

After all, that happened twice before.

However, she was also a little puzzled. Patrick has been living here with me for quite a long time, so the front desk should be familiar with him. Can’t he just ask to borrow their elevator card instead?

When she parked her car and took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor, she found that it was not Patrick who was waiting for her.

the lounge, idly flipping

coming out of the elevator. After putting down the magazine, he got up and draped the coat he left on the

took two steps forward before stopping and looking at him.

this house. Can’t I come

didn’t you

phone and saw two missed calls from Armand. “I didn’t want to be disturbed when driving Maria to the

thought of something and looked up

vague smile. “I’ve been waiting for you here

it was in meetings or at parties, it was always other

from Steven that day and came over. However, not only could he not go up, he was stuck waiting for her for more than

didn’t even inform me beforehand. How would I know that you were coming?” Genevieve’s expression was innocent. “Maria isn’t

need. Just cook whatever you want.” His hand reached past her ear to press the elevator button. “Why are you calling

smelled the faint scent of cigarettes on his sleeve and immediately turned to

pink lips. She said in an insipid tone, “Don’t worry. I know how

bought with his money, anyway, so he can

first and looked at the

vein on Arman’s forehead twitched, and he strode

dinner cooked by Maria when she got home. However, she ended up sending

She was really starving.