My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 172 You Are Inhuman

It was past three o’clock in the afternoon when Genevieve finally woke up.

Without much memory of what had happened during the wee hours of the morning, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stumbled out of bed. However, as soon as her feet touched the carpet, the soreness between her legs almost caused her to topple over.

She barely held onto the bed for support, but thankfully, that was enough to keep herself from falling.

The next second, Genevieve grabbed her phone from the bedside table and texted the man who had long since left the bedroom: Armand Faulkner, you’re inhuman!

Shortly after she sent her message, the door suddenly opened.

Even though Armand seemed cold and aloof as he walked in wearing a buttoned-up white shirt and black pants, there was no doubt that his face wore a look of contentment.

Upon seeing a grim-faced Genevieve leaning against the bed, Armand smiled. Without further ado, he lifted her wordlessly in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

Genevieve, on the other hand, angrily typed out another message: You’re inhuman! You’re a sc*mbag! You’re an animal!”

who flirted with me,” Armand said

the cold marble when they kissed there the night before, he laid a towel on it

once! Couldn’t you have

turn down a piece of meat dangling in front of it?” Armand asked with

down on the toothbrush, Genevieve lifted her leg and kicked

and wash her face under the watchful eye of Armand. Once

chair, too, had been padded with a soft

but her expression

putting the menu on the dressing table, he inadvertently caught

even use that much force, yet the hickeys still

reason, Armand felt his heart soften. He stroked her earlobe and said in a low

your private plane? I’ll have you know I’m fit as a fiddle!

text, she could not bring herself

thirties? She suddenly stopped typing as memories of the terrifying experience came flooding back. Before long, she was back on her phone again: Did you take enhancement pills to

man read the text on her memo,