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.

hair fell onto Armand’s bare chest,

looked up at her, and his eyes darkened,

and scolded his entire family

was a little raspy, and she

slightly and replied, “Why

not some secret, so why can’t I ask?” Genevieve retorted. She lowered her head and

toyed with a strand of her hair

sighed and asked, “In that

deep as he said, “I’m often running in between Xedells and overseas.

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

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

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

hair brushed against his chest when she

clothes on, and her skin

and he brushed against her fair skin. He grabbed

are you doing!” Genevieve kicked him and fumed,

for you to skip

at a loss for words. He’s pretty good at abusing