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.

screen with the intention of getting in bed earlier. That way, she

she did lay in

Armand’s arms, and would still be able to doze off

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

needed to rely on sleeping pills and how she could really use some at this very

her phone

it and read Armand’s message. Come and get the

Genevieve was momentarily stumped.

open the door, she was greeted by the sight of Armand’s towering frame outside. Dangling in his right hand was a

you doing

and closed the door behind him in stride before he led

realized that it

he had already gotten on the plane from Jadeborough while I was

lips, Genevieve settled herself into

the food jar roused a warm and fuzzy feeling from inside of her. “It’s already so

these aren’t that caloric dense because I’ve looked it up myself. And why are you so obsessed with

with a snort. “Have you ever seen any

show up on her cheeks first ever since she was a child. Hence, she was customarily averse to

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

really.” Armand picked up a morsel of beef and