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.

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

stop helping her. As such, she was

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

in Armand’s arms. As she held

the more she read, the more she thought about the

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

they would meet again after

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

now become

remembered him standing near the balcony railing, looking so refined for someone who had yet to step into young

youthfulness might have disappeared, but he had also

drastically that I couldn’t

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

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

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