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!”

one who flirted

she had flinched at the cold marble when they kissed there the night before, he laid a towel on

you once! Couldn’t you have pushed me away?

wolf turn down a piece of meat dangling in front of it?” Armand asked with a chuckle. After squeezing toothpaste out onto a toothbrush and sticking it into Genevieve’s mouth, he added, “Brush

she bit down on the

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

surprise, the chair, too, had been

just applied face toner, but her expression remained

to cancel the flight tickets,” Armand remarked. While putting the menu on the dressing table, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of

use that much

earlobe and said in a low voice, “Once you’re feeling better, we’ll take the private

Who cares about taking your private plane? I’ll have you

text, she could not bring herself

suddenly stopped typing as memories of the terrifying experience came flooding back. Before long, she was

text on her