My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 144 His Expression Was Colder Than Usual

Genevieve was startled.

She looked up. When she saw the hair of the man holding her wrist was a little messy, and his eyes looked abnormally wild, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

“Sir, I think you got the wrong person.” Genevieve tried to shake her wrist from his grip and stepped back.

“Lily, Lily, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. Can you go home with me now?” The man tightened his grip on her wrist again. He stared at her and pleaded, “Even if you don’t want me, are you going to leave our daughter all alone?”

Genevieve felt that the man was getting irrational. She didn’t dare to answer him, afraid she would enrage him.

However, her silence infuriated the man, and his expression changed in the end. “Why are you staying quiet? Are you waiting for that man to come? How long have you been together? Damn it! You are a b*tch!”

Hearing that, Genevieve tried to fish for her phone in her pocket. When she almost got her phone and was about to dial a number, the man pounced on her suddenly. He then strangled her with both of his hands.

In a split second, Genevieve sprained her ankle and fell to the ground heavily. Her back was terribly hurt, causing her to be in pain.

“You b*tch! I’m going to kill you! You betrayed me!” The man sat on top of her. His hands then gripped tightly around her neck.

She grabbed the back of the man’s hand and scratched several bloody marks. However, her efforts

few seconds later, she felt her

air she inhaled seemed to become thinner and thinner. The expression of the mad man in front of her became

the key, Patrick was shocked to see what happened when he

and pulled the man away. With a punch, he threw the man out, and the latter spat out blood on the

down on one knee and quickly patted

breathing at all with

then shouted at the staff of the shooting club

began to tremble uncontrollably when he saw Genevieve was motionless. He bit the tip of his tongue, trying to ease the panic

nurses to carry Genevieve into the

resuscitate Genevieve when she ceased breathing. Although she resumed her

still quivering while the doctors were still checking on the bruises and

his phone buzzed

caller ID. A few seconds later,

“Where are you?”

a rainstorm in Jadeborough. Our plane was