My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 460 Thanks But No Thanks She walked past him and arrived at the room next to his. Genevieve produced a card from her purse and waved it at the sensor before gazing at him as she pushed open the door. “What, do you think I asked for one room?” she asked slyly. “I wouldn’t want to even if you want!” Stunned for several seconds, Armand gazed at the closed door next to his before bursting into laughter. But he quickly regained his composure shortly after. Armand took a bath upon entering his room. When he was drying his hair, the doorbell rang. Armand pulled open the door to find Genevieve standing outside in casual attire of a green, short-sleeved top with jeans. Her twinkling, dark eyes accentuated the beauty of her petite face. The corners of her eyes were arched slightly, giving her an austere appearance. She stood before him, looking as she did four years ago. Armand’s gaze swept impassively over her.

“Yes?” he asked shortly. Genevieve admired his collarbones through the buttons of his shirt and his shapely wrists openly before answering, “The press conference is tomorrow. Wanna tour the city?” “No, thanks. You go ahead.” “Oh, come on. What’s the point of me going alone?” Genevieve stepped forward to prevent him from shutting the door. “I still feel bad for crashing your car and want to take the opportunity today to treat you to lunch as an apology.” “That won’t be necessary. You can send the amount for the repairs to my secretary.” “I will pay for the repairs and for your meal,” Genevieve said firmly. “Why do you reject all of my offers, Mr. Faulkner? Are you afraid of me?” “Why would I be afraid of you?” Armand lowered his gaze to meet hers. “You are no match for me when it comes to height.” “Let’s go, then. I’ll take you out today, all right?” Genevieve held the door, her watery eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry. I won’t force my lips upon yours again.” Armand was rendered speechless. As if worn down by Genevieve’s unrelenting interference, he dried his hair half-heartedly before tossing the towel onto the back of the chair. After a quick change, he followed her out. Genevieve had already obtained a travel itinerary of Lightspring through an app upon exiting the hotel.

brought Armand to ride the subway and planned to spend their day in adherence to the itinerary. Their first stop was a famous barbecue restaurant for lunch which required the customers to grill their meat, a task Genevieve completed with great ardor while consuming two plates of beef by herself. As a result of her neglecting the flame’s intensity, the beef slices often turned out overcooked. Armand’s brow twitched irritably. At last, he set his fork down and snatched the tongs from her hands. Scowling, he placed the meat on the grill and took charge of it. With her hands free from the cooking utensils, Genevieve began eating. She watched the meat on the grill and held her plate out when it looked almost done. After adding some side ingredients, she wrapped the beef in lettuce and ate it whole. “This is delicious,” Genevieve exclaimed, her eyes widening in wonder from the first bite. She summoned the waiter and ordered two more plates of said beef. Then she wrapped another grilled slice of beef in lettuce and held it out to him. Armand leaned backward instinctively. “You eat it.” “You have been working the grill this

“Open up.” After several more seconds of dumbstruck silence, Armand opened his mouth and ate the lettuce in her hand. Genevieve continued to savor the meat grilled to perfection by the man.