My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 152

Genevieve closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In a room downstairs, Patrick stared at Genevieve’s message while rubbing his fingers against the edge of his phone for a while. Then, he leaped up and picked up the ID card on the table before leaving the room.

Just as Genevieve was in a deep slumber, she vaguely felt someone removing her clothes and landing his dry, warm fingers on her.

The faint scent of ebony wood lingered in the room. It smelled so good that she coveted it.

With her eyes closed, Genevieve reached out and grabbed a corner of that person’s clothes. She tightened her grip and leaned her head over.

That person cradled her in his arms and held her hands, soothing her anxiousness.

In a low voice, he said, “Once upon a time, there was a lovely little girl who liked to wear the red velvet hat that was given by her granny. Everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.”

Genevieve listened in a daze, thinking she had never liked fairy tales since she was ten. However, her tense body gradually loosened up at his low and warm voice.

eaten her granny. Little Red Riding Hood then used the wolf to lure all its partners over. After killing them with the hunter’s gun,

the hunter kill the wolf to save Little Red Riding

story she was listening to, Genevieve woke up in shock and found that the glass dome in the bedroom was left

the stars were

It’s so beautiful…

after gazing at the stars for some time. Only then did she realize the light green spaghetti-strapped night dress

dream! Armand did come and help me change when I was

casually finger-combing her hair, Genevieve walked out of the room barefooted and saw Armand coming in from the main

swept his gaze

to step on, and he needed not worried about the barefooted Genevieve catching a cold. He walked over to hold her hand and headed toward the

Armand opened the food jar. As the hot steam escaped out of it, the room was instantly

the smell of Maria’s cooking. Her eyes instantly

called Maria to simmer the broth and asked Patrick to make a trip to Jadeborough for it.” Armand glanced over and saw Genevieve’s expression when

or…” the man trailed off.

up the bowl, she scooped up a spoonful of the broth and blew on it to cool it down before drinking

broth was simmered with meat, and its thickness was just right. Having one spoonful of it made Genevieve feel