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 with me,” Armand

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

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

of it?” Armand asked with

bit down on the toothbrush, Genevieve lifted her

her face under the watchful eye of Armand. Once that was all

too, had been padded with

had just applied face toner, but her

menu on the dressing

goodness, her skin’s too tender. I didn’t even use that much force, yet

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

slapped his hand away and began typing: Who cares about taking your private plane? I’ll have you know I’m fit

could not bring herself to elaborate and decided to scold

as well once they’re in their 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

the man read the text on