My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 698

Yuvan picked up the pot of collec and poured hitiself a cup, drawling. “I‘m interested, but Faith‘s father probably disdains an arust like me.”

“At the very least, give it a try. How would you know if you don‘t try?

–All right, that‘s enough.” Upon seeing that his two grandsons were squabbling relentlessly. Herbert interrupted them with a chuckle.

He then advised, “If you like her, Zayne, you can try dating her. Otherwise, forget about it However, don‘t humiliate her. Ultimately, not only is her father your lecturer, but he‘s also on good terms with your uncle.”

Grinning. Zayne exclaimed, “You’re the best, Grandpa! I just knew that you love me! If my father were here, it would be a different story.”

“I don‘t have much time left.” Perhaps the injuries he once sustained on the battlefield were too severe, coupled with his advanced age, Herbert could sense his health deteriorating with each passing day.

“I wish you both a happy marriage!” he proceeded to utter sincerely.

Both Zayne and Yuvan‘s expressions changed.

Zayne promptly countered, “What are you saying, Grandpa? You‘re only in your seventies, so you‘re still strong and robust. I‘m even planning to celebrate your hundredth birthday with my wife and child!”

so all you have to do now is enjoy yourself. Whenever you miss any of us, give us

up slightly. “Okay. For the sake of seeing my two granddaughters–in–law marrying into the family, I‘ve got to keep myself alive

and Zayne had dinner

mood to play chess struck Herbert again. He ordered Yuvan to take the chess board out, and the three of them played chess

found Zayne‘s skills too horrible and had Yuvan play

grandfather and cousin for a while before he stood up and walked over to the window. He noticed

sound was that of the crisp piller–patter of ihe rain hitting the

kneeling outside the gates when he came home, he went to the study and pulled

Sylvie knceling outside the

and cold at night, even more so when it rained. Meanwhile,

give lus driver a

game, his driver phoned him back and reported helplessly. “Ms. Clasen told

at night. If she were to kneel

the man. Seeing that Zayne was holding the phone without saying anything, he asked in puzzlement, “Who called

I returned. She had been kneeling there until now.” Zayne initially didn‘t want to care about her, but still, he couldn‘t

a moment before a furious and complicated expression showed on