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?

Armand’s expression remained unchanged as he placed the hair tie in her hand. “Just show me one more time, and

effort for Genevieve to hold herself back. Finally, she put down her phone and tied her

clearly and no longer caused her trouble. He pointed at

want to eat

how her business trip was going. She withdrew

remaining broth from the food

sudden, his phone on

phone. Then he took

she had her attention on her

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

There’s no need for that. I can do it myself with the help

stared at her quietly. His

feel a little uneasy. She pursed her lips and intended to snatch

the man grabbed her wrist and

eyes and showed 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

to behave yourself,

Genevieve: I dare you!

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