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.

Armand’s bare chest, causing

his eyes darkened, asking, “You’re not

had not forgotten how she cried and scolded

you.” Her voice was a little

frowned slightly and replied, “Why are

She lowered her head and pressed,

hair

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

together for a long time, but we seldom met.” Armand’s voice was deep as he said, “I’m often running in between

and remarked, “I heard from Grandma that you always made it on time to Marilyn’s performances when she was overseas. But you

hours, I would already be on the plane back to Xedells.” Armand paused, “Why are you so insistent on knowing about

her fair neck, and said,

long hair brushed against his chest when

clothes on, and her skin was dazzlingly fair under

his head, his breath became heavy, and he brushed against her fair skin. He grabbed

doing!” Genevieve kicked him and fumed, “I

giving consent for

a loss for words. He’s