My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 132 Earn It With My Effort

Genevieve was unsure how she got back to the bedroom. Armand’s body temperature was so high that it felt like she would get burnt whenever she touched his skin.

The phone on the bedside table had been vibrating with a few occasional breaks for two seconds. However, it soon started to buzz frantically as if the other party would never give up if the call were not answered.

Armand’s arm was on Genevieve’s waist. She unintentionally saw the caller’s name when she tried to get up.

Suddenly, she became slightly irritated and started to avoid Armand’s kisses. Genevieve reached out, switched off the phone, and threw it into the drawer. Then, she lowered herself and kissed Armand.

Armand saw her actions, but he didn’t comment about it. Instead, he lightly bit her plump lower lip and let out a chuckle.

The next morning, Genevieve woke up when the alarm went off.

Genevieve did not feel cold even though the temperature in the room was slightly low, probably because their skin was in contact with each other. She did not feel hot as well. She leaned lazily on the man’s chest, feeling a sense of attachment toward him.

never knew she could sleep so well while hugging a

a several tasks awaiting her. So, she pulled Armand’s arm away, which was around her waist, got out of bed, and went

Armand because she knew Steven would come and pick her up on

on her neck when she changed. Then, she quickly walked out of the room while putting on

when she walked through the living room and saw the person who was

“Maria?”

Genevieve suddenly called her. She turned to Genevieve and asked, “Ms. Rachford, why are you

to be done, and I need to go to the office to settle them,” answered Genevieve. Then, she walked toward Maria and hugged her from behind affectionately. “Maria, I thought I

that you might not be able to take care of yourself properly,” Maria replied while she continued working on the food. “You don’t know how

every day. I’ve even

Maria stared at her and praised, “Mr. Armand is quite picky about his food. I guess

“Oh, right. I saw Mr. Armand’s coat and leather

still hurt from the previous night. She said in an annoyed tone, “Just make

knew she was angry, and she chuckled. “Ms. Rachford, I made your favorite beef burger. I think you wouldn’t gain much weight from