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.

sat in the lounge, idly flipping

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

took two steps forward before stopping and looking

used my card to buy this house. Can’t I come and see it?” Armand was unhappy with

asked, “Why didn’t you answer

calls from Armand. “I didn’t want to be disturbed

of something and looked up at the man. “Mr. Faulkner, have

at her with a vague smile. “I’ve been waiting for

at parties, it was

over. However, not only could he not go up, he was

even inform me beforehand. How would I know that you were coming?” Genevieve’s expression

press the elevator button. “Why are you calling me ‘Mr. Faulkner’ and speaking so formally, are you still throwing

cigarettes on his sleeve and immediately turned to the side to

know how to call you when I go to the Faulkner residence. I couldn’t possibly dare to throw a tantrum at

anyway, so he can

first and looked at the man’s gloomy expression. “Mr. Faulkner, aren’t you

vein on Arman’s forehead twitched, and he strode into

before she got off work and thought that she could have dinner cooked by Maria when she got home. However, she ended up sending Maria to

She was really starving.