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!

most precious treasure. They doted on her and spoiled her with

her anymore. On top of that, her relationship with Armand back then was nothing more than a

helping her. As such, she was always careful around him, not daring to show the slightest

dote on her, there

Armand’s arms. As she held his hand, her eyes lazily scanned the words

the more she thought about the words

stared at Armand

wildest dreams did she imagine that they would meet again after fourteen

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

now become the man she

refined for someone who had yet to step into young

might have disappeared, but he had

so drastically that

touch of her delicate fingers and gulped. “Genevieve, I told you to read the book, not

across Genevieve’s face as she typed on

the one who stayed beside Armand all those years ago and practiced her violin. However, the fact