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

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

steps forward before stopping and looking at him. “Why are

card to buy this house. Can’t I come and see it?” Armand

“Why didn’t

two missed calls from Armand. “I didn’t want to

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

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

in meetings or at parties, it was

came over. However, not only could he not go up, he was stuck waiting for her for

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

her ear to press the elevator button. “Why are you calling me ‘Mr. Faulkner’ and speaking

the faint scent of cigarettes on his sleeve and immediately turned to the side to put some

know how to

with his money, anyway, so

entered first and looked at the man’s gloomy expression. “Mr. Faulkner,

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

off work and thought that she could have dinner cooked by Maria

She was really starving.