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?

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 I’ll probably know

for Genevieve to hold herself back. Finally, she put down her phone and tied her hair while having her back facing the man

this time. Armand eventually got to see how she did it clearly and no longer caused her trouble.

I don’t want to

message from Maria asking how her business trip was going. She withdrew her legs and nestled into the couch while replying

Armand poured the remaining broth from the food jar into the small bowl

of a sudden, his phone on the desk

a glance at the phone. Then he took the phone over and

had her attention on her

the table and moved to the same couch as Genevieve with a small box of ointment prescribed by the

her phone. She wrote: There’s no need for that. I can do it myself with the help of a

stared at her quietly.

and intended to snatch the ointment from his hand so that she could do it herself in

wrist and

him her words that read: I can’t! I am who I am. I beg you to divorce me the soonest and get yourself a lady who will

refuse to behave yourself, I have no choice but to tie

Genevieve: I dare you!

tie he had thrown on the back of