My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 126 Mourn Your Dead Love

Armand had only ever touched Genevieve a few times.

There was one time they were interrupted by Steven at the most crucial part as he knocked on the door in Swallow Garden, and another was at Lovely Heart Hotel.

Genevieve was under the influence of the medication then. The two were not exactly making love, and he was more of a tool.

However, Armand could feel her skin’s warmth and tenderness this time, which was fragrant and smooth like butter.

She smelt like milk and was not overly sweet.

After a while, the sky outside the window had turned dark, and it started raining heavily. The raindrops pattered on the window.

Under the dim lights of the room, the large soft bed was a mess. The air conditioner was running, but the air had a stickiness to it.

Genevieve was slightly curled up and lying on Armand’s side. Her hair was damp from the sweat and a few strands stuck to her face. She appeared to be exhausted with her eyes half-open.

After a few seconds, Genevieve suddenly got up and straddled Armand, both hands supporting herself with his head in between them.

fell onto Armand’s

his eyes

she cried and

voice was a little raspy, and she gulped

replied, “Why are

can’t I ask?” Genevieve retorted. She lowered her head and pressed,

with a strand of her hair with his fingers

time.” Genevieve sighed and asked, “In that case, have you slept

Armand’s voice was deep as he said, “I’m often running in between Xedells and

on time to Marilyn’s performances when she was overseas. But you didn’t lay

for a short while. Perhaps after two hours, I would already be on the plane back to Xedells.” Armand paused, “Why

you mourn your dead love.” Genevieve tilted her head sideways, exposing her fair neck, and said, “How about I perform a song that can help you move on next

long hair brushed against his chest when she moved. It

her skin

his head, his breath became heavy, and he brushed against her

and fumed, “I have

giving consent for you

a loss for words. He’s