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?

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

took great effort for Genevieve to hold herself back. Finally, she put down her phone and tied her hair while having her

Armand eventually got to see how she did it clearly and no longer caused her trouble. He pointed at the small bowl on the table and asked, “Are you

want to eat

was then that she saw a message from Maria asking how her business trip was going. She withdrew her legs and nestled into the couch while replying to

the food jar

sudden, his

the phone. Then he took the phone over and switched

for Genevieve, she had her attention on her phone

to the same couch as Genevieve with a small box

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

at her quietly. His

and intended to snatch the ointment from his

wrist and pulled her

him her words that read: I can’t! I am who I am. I beg

chuckled in exasperation and said more seriously, “If you refuse to behave yourself, I have no choice

Genevieve: I dare you!

took the tie he had thrown on the back of the couch in his hand, looking as though he was ready