My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 186 Tell Me A Fairy Tale

Genevieve was so busy after arriving at work that she even forgot Armand had told her he was going on a business trip to Baykeep when he went out.

It was not until she returned home that evening and waited but did not see him did she recall his words.

At night, she lay on the bed after her bath and suddenly felt that the bedroom was empty without him by her side. In fact, she even felt a little bored.

She sat the cat plushie up straight, took a picture of it, and then sent it to Armand.

About five minutes later, he replied: What’s the matter?

Genevieve: I wish I could be this cat. I’d be a plushie without a mind or feelings. This way, I won’t miss you.

Armand: I will return this Wednesday.

She sent him a sticker of an aggrieved expression with a text that read: But it’s only Monday now. Wednesday is too far away.

Following that, she wrote: Sir, tell me a fairy tale to sleep. Don’t add whatever you want into that story. Your Little Red Riding Hood story caused me to have nightmares for days.

sending that message, she saw that his writing status remained “Typing…”

time later, Armand sent a very lengthy voice

on it eagerly and heard

king who had the prettiest daughter in the

hugging the cat plushie, she quietly listened to the man’s fairy

The fairy tale I heard that afternoon

semiconductor company in Uron, Patrick had the two computers on his desk running while

the thing Genevieve had asked

the past few days, he had been searching for Samantha’s relationship network, starting his investigation with those close to her. He hacked their computers, phones, and even the surveillance cameras in their house, scouring for anything

before, he found a folder on a computer of a

folder was

Patrick discovered that folder, he tried every means he knew to crack the encryption, so he had been occupied with

folder had finally been decrypted, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and controlled the cursor to open the only file in the

scrolled down the text document, and his

a blonde man

the information you requested.” The man put a folder on the table and said in Ustranasion, “Is this pregnant woman your friend? Her blood type