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!

spoiled her with everything she ever wanted. Thus, it was no surprise that she grew up to be somewhat delicate and

soon as the Rachford family was gone, no one pampered her anymore. On top of that, her relationship with Armand back

one day stop helping her. As such, she was always careful around

and realized he was keen to dote on her, there was no longer any reason to hide her true self

As she held his hand, her eyes

thought about the words she

further ado, Genevieve turned around and stared at Armand as she ran

they would meet again after fourteen

the older boy as her only audience. Because of his encouragement, she had poured her heart and soul into practicing the violin. There were no other emotions

boy had now

had yet to step into young adulthood.

Armand’s youthfulness might have disappeared, but he had also blossomed

changed so drastically that I couldn’t recognize

“Genevieve, I told you to read

crept across Genevieve’s face as she typed on

had been the one who stayed beside Armand all those years ago and practiced her violin. However, the fact that he thought it was Marilyn could only mean that the