My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 161 How Do I Usually Feed You

When Armand saw that, he was so frustrated that he began to laugh. He pushed her arm up against the wall and loomed over her.

“Why do you dwell on such pointless things all the time, Genevieve? I’ve already told you that there hasn’t been anything between me and Marilyn ever since we broke up. You got hurt because of my negligence. I came to Springwyn looking for you because I was worried about you. I took you shopping because I could tell you were in a bad mood, not because I was trying to pay you back or something.”

Genevieve was baffled by his explanation. She wrote: Why would you be worried about me?

Armand was rendered speechless for a few seconds. He bent down and lifted her dainty chin. “We’re legally married with a certificate and everything. Shouldn’t I be worried about you?”

It was true that they had gotten a marriage certificate, but it was only because they were cooperating with each other.

She had not forgotten the reason why he had married her in the first place.

Genevieve lowered her head and typed: I think you’re lying to me. You care about Marilyn a lot, don’t you? I can tell from the look in your eyes…

In those photos, the look in his eyes was tender to the core as he gazed at Marilyn. There was a sense of indulgence.

That stare of his was like a sharp thorn deeply embedded in her heart. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t get it out.

he was with Genevieve, on the other hand, his cold

senses, she realized what she had written on her phone. She had completely

she covered the screen with her hand and erased

already read them while she

frantically deleting the message, he let out a few low chuckles. “When I was dating Marilyn, I never ate any of

but refute:

voice. He leaned down even more and pressed his nose against hers. “I never let her take pictures of me for her to post online, either. I didn’t want people to see them. I never took her shopping for an entire day, nor did I take her to a

in front of her. When he said those three words, his gaze

the things he had told her and that gaze of his were enough to dispel the

curl up, but she quickly hardened her expression. Using her hands, she pushed him away and walked

up with her in just a

a quick

finished the rest of the candied strawberry. With a frown, he said, “This is full of artificial sweeteners. You’d better not eat

her

done walking around the night market, it was already

bought in the mall had been delivered to their suite that afternoon.

a bit after walking around the night market. The

sat cross-legged on the mat on the bedroom floor. She ripped off the plastic wrapping on the cat plushy and found that it was quite nice to the touch. It was soft, and she would love