My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 418 Not Everything Is Repairable Genevieve tightened her grip on the doorknoband asked, “Mr. Faulkner, is something the matter?” “I'm here to deliver something,” Armand answered in a raspy voice and opened the violin case he was holding. It contained a reddish-brown violin.

messaged Jack, asking if he was busy before inviting him to lunch. That afternoon, Jack came to Regality Gardens and asked, “Genev, you never allowed me to come here before.” “Am I not allowed to invite you here now?” Genevieve's expression turned sullen. She pushed him out of the house and threatened to close the door. “You can leave if you don't wish to stay here.” “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.” Jack smiled and ushered her into the house before closing the door. Genevieve went to the pantry and prepared coffee. She put in a high dose of sleeping drug before serving the coffee. Then, she chatted with Jack and watched him finish the coffee gradually. A few minutes after finishing the coffee, Jack said he was tired and fell asleep on the couch. Genevieve waited for a while before approaching Jack and patting his face. “Jack, would you like to nap in the guest room?” Seeing Jack soundly asleep, Genevieve immediately went to her bedroom and took the bag containing her identification documents. Then, she went to the laundry room and said, “Melissa, he had consumed a sleeping drug and is now asleep. Can you watch him for me? You can return to Swallow Garden in an hour.” Melissa was shocked to hear what Genevieve had done, but she nodded obediently. After Genevieve left, Melissa planned to load dirty laundry into the washing machine before returning to the living room. Suddenly, a folded paper fell out as she removed clothes from the laundry basket. The paper unfolded by itself as it fell. Melissa saw the words “pregnancy test” on it as she picked it up. She took it and saw that it was a pregnancy test report. It stated Genevieve's name and gestational age. Melissa looked at the gestational age and remembered something. Wasn't Ms. Rachford still married to Mr. Faulkner when she was two months pregnant? No wonder