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!

on her and spoiled her with everything she ever wanted. Thus, it was no

was gone, no one pampered her anymore. On top of that, her relationship with Armand back then was nothing

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

she had fallen for him and realized he was keen to dote on her, there was no longer any reason

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

she thought about the words she had told

and stared at Armand as she ran a hand over

in her wildest dreams did she imagine that they would meet again

heart and soul into practicing the violin. There were no other emotions attached to their interaction, to the point where she almost wanted to forget about her hospital

now

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

disappeared, but he had also blossomed into a

face has changed so drastically that

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

crept across Genevieve’s face as she typed on her phone: Sir, I know one of your

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