My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 327 Do You Think I Am Despicable

From the look on her face, Armand felt responsible and leaned over to ask, “Does it hurt there?”

“No!” Genevieve turned around and glared at him.

“In that case, where does it hurt?” Just as Armand spoke, he reached his hand underneath the blanket, but Genevieve slapped it away at once.

She replied in embarrassment, “My back.”

Armand was stunned by her answer and quickly recalled how he ravaged her the night before. As a guilty expression descended upon his face, he put on his night robe and headed to the bathroom.

He was able to walk faster now due to his expanded field of vision and the fact that he could see better.

After returning with some essential oil from the bathroom, he suggested. “Lie down. I’ll give you a massage to relieve your discomfort.”

“Do you know how to?” Genevieve asked curiously.

Before he finished, he

rubbed his hands with the essential oil while watching the

his face, Genevieve didn’t know whether to laugh or to

down, her porcelain-white back laid

she was unable to see it. Or else, she wouldn’t have missed the cluster of hickeys that covered the space between her scapula

an

the video, Armand had a

working from the inner sides of her lower back up to her shoulders before coming back down the outer sides

strong his hands were, his massage felt both reassuring and comfortable, helping her relax the muscles in her

as before, Armand’s lips curled. “I’ll go harder, so

grunted in acknowledgment despite

showed me at home where Samuel’s picture was at the back. Both of you have similar features and unmistakably look like brothers. Even if Isabella isn’t your birth

suspicions about the pendant, she shared

he remarked, “Whether I’m a child of the Faulkner family doesn’t matter