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.

her screen with the intention of getting in bed earlier. That way, she would not grow

did lay in bed, but without a hint of

recent times, she had grown accustomed to falling asleep inside Armand’s arms, and would still be able to doze off by using his pillow

her brain cells were in overdrive mode, as though they had been supercharged

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

her phone screen lit

groped for it and read Armand’s message.

Genevieve was momentarily stumped.

slid into her slippers. Pulling open the door, she was greeted by the sight

are you

in and closed the door behind him in stride before he led her over to

time, Genevieve realized that it was

had already gotten on the plane from Jadeborough while

herself

food jar roused a warm and fuzzy feeling from inside of her. “It’s already so late. Eating now is going to make me fat,”

because I’ve looked it up myself. And why are you so obsessed with your own figure? It’s not like you’re some

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

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

of the meat inside the braised beef when it was liberated from the food jar. That made her mouth

to do, really.” Armand picked up a morsel of beef and brought it toward Genevieve who pliantly took it into her