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.

switched off her screen with the

did lay in bed, but without

to falling asleep inside Armand’s arms, and would still be able to doze off by using

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

sleeping pills and how she could really use

her phone screen

and read Armand’s message. Come

Genevieve was momentarily stumped.

slid into her slippers. Pulling open the door, she was greeted by the sight of Armand’s towering frame outside. Dangling in his right

you

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

it was close to an hour

on the plane from Jadeborough while I was struggling to

Genevieve settled herself into

Armand open up the food jar roused a warm and fuzzy feeling from inside of her.

it up myself. And why are you so obsessed with your own figure? It’s not like

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

fact that she had been the type to have her weight show up on her cheeks first ever since she was a child. Hence, she was customarily averse to putting on too

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

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