My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 153 I Beg You To Divorce Me

Armand glanced at the phone while keeping his hands busy with her hair. “I don’t like to give up halfway and more so when I’m working with other people. Let’s talk about this when the time comes.”

Genevieve was dumbfounded.

Isn’t he a man who does things at the drop of a hat? What does he mean by that?

Armand furrowed his eyebrows again, as he still couldn’t tie Genevieve’s hair after a long time. “I still can’t tie it properly. Is there a problem with this hair tie or what?”

Genevieve was frustrated by his movement, too. She turned around and grabbed the hair tie from his hand before giving it a look.

To her surprise, the hair tie was not only in good condition but also unused.

Does he not know how to put hair up with a hair tie?

Genevieve glanced at the man with disdain. Then, she gathered her long hair with both hands and wrapped the hair tie around her hair, tying it into a low ponytail.

Armand pondered for a moment and reached out to pull off the hair tie. “Do it again. Let me take a closer look.”

Genevieve felt like throwing her phone in his face when she showed him the message: Are you insane?

did it too fast just now. I didn’t even get a good look at it.” Armand’s expression remained unchanged as he placed the hair tie in her hand. “Just show me one more time, and

took great effort for Genevieve to hold herself back. Finally, she put down her

no longer caused

I don’t want

was going. She withdrew her legs and nestled into the couch

the food jar into the small bowl

his

raised his head and took a glance at the phone. Then he took the phone over and

for Genevieve, she had her attention on her phone and wasn’t looking in

small box of ointment

phone. She wrote: There’s no need for that.

her quietly. His eyes

stared at made Genevieve feel a little uneasy. She pursed her lips and intended to

her wrist and pulled her into his arms. “Can’t you behave

am who I am. I beg you to divorce me the soonest and get yourself a

said more seriously, “If you refuse to behave yourself, I have no choice but to tie your

Genevieve: I dare you!

I dare not to do?” Armand took the tie he had thrown on the back of the couch