My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 170 Must You Torture Yourself

Hearing what Armand said, Genevieve frowned slightly.

Armand would not know, as he was an amateur. A musician’s hands were even more precious than any instrument. Their hands were as important as their lives. If they injured their hand, they would definitely rest and recuperate. They would not keep practicing and risk losing the ability to play for the rest of their lives.

Does Marilyn not cherish her hand?

Genevieve thought miserably. When she inadvertently lifted her head, she noticed the profoundness in the man’s gaze. He seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and there was a hint of faint gentleness in his eyes.

A sense of jealousy filled her heart immediately. She squeezed Armand’s face and stepped out of his arms, taking a blanket and wrapping herself in it.

Looking at her throwing a tantrum, he said resignedly, “Isn’t this what you asked me?”

Genevieve extended her leg and kicked him. Then, she handed him her phone from inside the blanket with a text that read: I was just asking how you got to know each other. Did I ask you to go into such detail? The situation happened a long time ago, but you remember it clearly. How amazing you are.

speechless when he

pull the blanket that was covering Genevieve. Seeing how she refused to let go out of spite, he moved his hand in from the corner of the blanket, touched her waist, and tickled her. Genevieve, who was under the blanket,

long, she could not take it anymore and pulled down

leaned forward to kiss her, swallowing her

help her relax, he

As he lay back down, she nuzzled into his arms again,

was a typed message: Which hospital was it? Was it

her. Pressing her head against his chest, he took her

more he resisted saying anything, the more Genevieve insisted on knowing. She grabbed his arm and shook it while staring

hospital we met at, are you

before pulling out her phone, typing: If you financially support

that she had a sense of possessiveness; she

with another girl, pouring a lot of enthusiasm into her, and displaying a gentle gaze when thinking about

his hand to touch her earlobe. “You can’t destroy General