My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 497 Work Harder “Let go,” Armand chided while grabbing Genevieve's hand. Genevieve lowered her head and bitthe back of the man's hand. After Armand let go of her hand, Genevieve removed his pajama top and saw that the gun wound near his shoulder blade had almost healed. However, it had left an ugly scar. Genevieve kissed Armand's wound gently before hugging him from the back. When she recalled what she heard in the flash drive's audio file in the study that day, she felt so upset that she almost burst into tears. Burying her face in Armand's neck, the woman asked in a hoarse voice, “Does it hurt a lot? For the past few decades, your family members have treated you coldly, and they've even tried to assassinate you.

Did you feel lonely without anyone by your side?” Armand merely kept quiet. The next moment, Genevieve kissed him deeply, hoping that he would feel her loveand longing for him in that kiss. She did not want to let go of him ever again and wanted to stay in his embrace forever. Very quickly, Armand took control of the situation by pulling the woman in front of him and deepening the kiss. The bedroom was illuminated with warm light emitting from the lamp on the bedside table. Genevieve lay on the bed with her long black hair spread out.

Although she was drenched in sweat and feeling exhausted, she continued staring at the man, reluctant to close hereyes and rest. She could see that his eyes were bloodshot with desire and beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead.

Everything about Armand was mesmerizing to the woman. She slid her fingers across the Genevieve Orsi that was tattooed on his chest and felthis skin trembling slightly.

Genevieve let out a hearty laugh. Armand looked down at her and asked with his eyes slightly narrowed, “Why are you laughing?” “I’m laughingbecause you're so adorable.” After she finished laughing, Genevieve put her arms around the man's neck and pulled him toward her, saying, “Mando, I don't feel like going to the office tomorrow.

to depend on

harder, all right?” Armand's expression darkened

in his arms, he heard his phone ringing. Half awake, he felt for hisphone and

voice. “Hello?” A little

realized that it was Genevieve’s phone that he was holding. As

girl was, looking just like her mother. “Mister, do you not like talking to me?” Amanda asked, feeling slightly upset. Armand cleared his throat before answering in a gentle voice, “It's not that.” “Oh,” Amanda replied before asking, “Why do you have my mommy's phone? Are you together with

of contemplation, he

left her phone at the office last night.” When Amanda heard that, she covered her mouth and giggled. Mommy has already told me that