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!

the only child of the Rachford family, she was her parents’ most precious treasure. They doted on her and spoiled her with everything

anymore. On top of that, her relationship with Armand back then was

day stop helping her. As such, she was always careful around him, not daring to show the slightest hint of brattiness

he was keen to dote on her, there was no

in Armand’s arms. As she held his

more she thought about the words she had

at Armand as she ran

she imagine that they would meet again

Because of his encouragement, she had poured her heart and soul into practicing the violin. There were no other emotions attached to their interaction,

same boy had now become the man

had yet to step

have disappeared, but he had also blossomed into a mature and

has changed so drastically that I couldn’t recognize

“Genevieve, I told you to read the book, not look at me,” he muttered,

smile crept across Genevieve’s face as she typed on her phone: Sir,

practiced her violin. However, the fact that he