My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 173 I Know Your Secret

“You’re not blind, though. It’s your legs that hurt,” Armand reasoned as he glanced at the woman on the bed. “Besides, you’re reading the book for your own good, not mine.”

Genevieve got so furious at Armand’s bluntness that she threw the finance book at him and buried herself under the blanket.

Feeling helpless, Armand merely caught the book and rubbed his temples.

Upon settling the rest of his emails, he promptly closed his laptop and climbed into bed. “Come out. I’ll read the book with you,” he whispered as he pulled the bundled-up Genevieve into his arms.

The blanket was thin and cooling, perfect for the hot summer days.

Because of that, Genevieve could feel herself leaning against a firm, broad chest. After dawdling for a while, she finally stuck her head out of the blanket.

To her surprise, Armand had already opened the book and flipped to the page she bookmarked.

Seeing her head sticking out, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Genevieve, I realize you’re becoming brattier.”

Genevieve rolled her eyes as she texted: That’s just how I am. You have to accept it whether you like it or not!

of the Rachford family, she was her parents’ most precious treasure. They doted on her and spoiled her with everything she ever wanted. Thus, it was no surprise that she grew up to be somewhat

Rachford family was gone, no one pampered her anymore. On top of that, her relationship

afraid that he might one day stop helping her. As such, she was always

to dote on

that, Genevieve got into a comfortable position and lay in Armand’s arms. As she held his hand, her eyes lazily scanned

she thought about the words she had told Armand the

at Armand

they would meet

the older boy as her only audience. Because of his encouragement, she had poured her heart and soul into practicing the violin. There were

same boy had now become the man

so refined for someone who had yet to step into young adulthood. Even his voice had a touch

Armand’s youthfulness might have disappeared, but he had also blossomed into a mature and dependable

has changed so drastically that I

touch of her delicate fingers and gulped. “Genevieve, I told you to read the book, not look at me,” he muttered, gaze darkening

across Genevieve’s face as she typed on

Armand all those years ago and practiced her violin. However, the fact that he thought it was Marilyn