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!”

were the one who flirted

but when he recalled how she had flinched at the cold marble when they kissed

continued with her text: I only kissed you once! Couldn’t

with a chuckle. After squeezing toothpaste out onto a toothbrush and sticking it into Genevieve’s mouth, he added, “Brush your

she bit down on the toothbrush, Genevieve lifted

eye of Armand. Once that was all done, he

had

menu, Genevieve had just applied face toner, but her expression remained cold and gloomy as she glared at him through

the flight tickets,” Armand remarked. While putting the menu on the dressing table, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the hickeys dotting Genevieve’s

didn’t even use that much force, yet the

Armand felt his heart soften. He stroked her earlobe and said in a low voice, “Once you’re feeling better, we’ll take the private plane back to Jadeborough,

typing: Who cares about taking your private plane? I’ll have you know I’m fit as a fiddle! It’s all your

herself to

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

the man read the text on her memo, his