My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 143

As she took in the warmth and indulgence that Armand conveyed through his gaze, Genevieve couldn’t help but feel immense jealousy toward Marilyn. Out of nowhere, she felt wetness at the corners of her eyes. The wetness and cool feeling soon spread from her face throughout the rest of her body. Genevieve irritably flicked through the few photos that Maria had sent over.

became blurry from the strain on her eyes, and her arm ached heavily from holding her phone up the entire time. Once more, her gaze fell on Armand’s eyes, and she came to a sudden realization. She now understood why Marilyn had poured filthy water onto her when she had visited the Faulkner residence previously. She also understood why Armand had found it so difficult and why he had been so reluctant to lecture Marilyn about it. This also explained why she had always been so jealous of the indulgence that Armand had for Marilyn and why she occasionally felt that Armand didn’t care for her or didn’t belong to her. It was all because she was in love with Armand. For a long time now, she had felt this burgeoning love within her and had buried it deep within her heart. She didn’t dare to think about it or admit to herself what it all meant. Genevieve was a little numb as she thought about all this and recalled how Armand’s gaze had always been cold whenever he looked at her, yet full of warmth whenever he gazed

she had been. However, Genevieve replied awkwardly that she had merely been exposed to the air-conditioning for too long a period of time and would perk up once she had taken some food. She added

pair were on had no choice but to land at Springwyn. Patrick seemed to be able to pick up that Genevieve was feeling rather sullen. As such, once they had dropped off their baggage at the hotel, he headed over to knock on the door to her room and suggested, “The weather seems pretty good here at Springwyn. Come on; I’ll take you out to have some fun.” However, Genevieve rejected his offer and replied, “I want to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” “You’ve slept so much during the two flights we’ve had to get here. How can you still manage to fall asleep?” countered Patrick. Patrick headed in and saw that Genevieve’s suitcase was open. He reached in, picked