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!

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

her anymore. On top of

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

she had fallen for him and realized he was keen to dote on her, there was

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

more she thought about the words she had

stared at Armand as she ran a

in her wildest dreams did she imagine that they would meet again after fourteen years and under such

and soul into practicing the

that same boy had now

balcony railing, looking so refined for someone who had yet to step into young adulthood. Even his voice had a

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

face has changed so drastically that I couldn’t

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

she typed on her phone: Sir, I know one of

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