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!

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 delicate and

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

afraid that he might one day stop helping her. As such, she was always careful around him, not daring to show

on her, there was no longer any reason to hide her true self

Genevieve got into a comfortable position and lay in Armand’s arms. As she held his

she thought about the words she had told Armand the

ado, Genevieve turned around and stared at Armand as she ran a hand over

they would meet again after

of his encouragement, she had poured her heart and soul into practicing the violin. There were no

boy had now become the man she

had yet to step into young adulthood.

but he had also blossomed into a

so drastically that

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

face as she typed on her phone: Sir, I know

ago and practiced her violin. However, the fact that he thought it was