My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 359 Late Night Supper Delivery

Genevieve wanted to text Armand but discovered that she was unable to find his contact. Thinking about it, she was reminded that she already had his number blocked for some time now.

During that period, Armand had always reached her via short messaging.

Finally, Genevieve removed the man from the blacklist and sent a text over: They would need to make a living from making movies. How are they going to do that if they cannot even get any traction on the mentions of their actors?

Armand: Who might you be referring to, specifically?

Genevieve: Sylvie Clasen. There was a trending Twitter thread discussing our physical likeness. Were you the one who shut it down?

Armand: No. I don’t pay any attention to this sort of entertainment news at all.

In spite of his denial, Genevieve was convinced that it was him though she did not press on. Placing down her phone, she collected her nighties and went on to freshen up in the washroom.

After stepping out of the showers, she saw that Armand had sent her another message.

Armand: Had dinner yet?

Genevieve: No. I’m on a diet.

Her clothes had been reworked by Johanna’s clever hands and looked even better than they were previously. In order to put on those nice threads, she could not allow herself to gain weight.

with Armand, she switched off her screen with the intention of getting in bed

the end, she did lay in bed,

falling asleep inside Armand’s arms, and would still be able to doze off by using his pillow even if the man had been shooed off

time though, her brain cells were in overdrive

her thinking about how many an insomniac needed to rely on sleeping pills and how she could really use some at

phone screen

read Armand’s message. Come and

Genevieve was momentarily stumped.

slippers. Pulling open the door, she was greeted by the sight of

you

concerned that skipping your meals might upset your stomach.” Armand walked in and

time, Genevieve realized that it was close to an

plane from Jadeborough while I

lips, Genevieve settled herself into

feeling from inside of her. “It’s already so late. Eating now is going to make me

beef,” said Armand. “I know that these aren’t that caloric dense because I’ve looked it up myself. And why are you so obsessed with your own figure? It’s not

of wearing nice clothes,” Genevieve replied with a snort. “Have you ever seen any fancy

had been the type to have her weight show up on her cheeks first ever since she was a child. Hence,

was liberated from the food jar. That made her mouth water a

not that hard to do, really.” Armand picked up a morsel of beef and brought it toward Genevieve