My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 495 Why Lock The Door Armand pushed the shopping cart past her without a hint of expression as he muttered, “No, thank you.” Genevieve picked out a few boxes of fruits and caught up to him. When she put the fruits into the shopping cart, she asked Armand, “Mando, what do you plan to cook for dinner?” “I’m going to order takeout.” “No, takeout food is not healthy. Besides, we are already at the supermarket.” Genevieve dragged him to the poultry section and said, “You could make pasta or steak.” Armand was a tall man, and he had garnered the attention of the people at the supermarket. Someone recognized Genevieve who was standing beside him and asked, “Are you that actress, Sylvie Clasen?” Genevieve’s face sank. However, she still replied politely, “No, I’m not.” Upon a closer look, the person realized that the woman before him was actually prettier than Sylvie. He then apologized to Genevieve and scurried off. Genevieve’s good mood soured because of the incident. She hurriedly dragged Armand out of the supermarket after they were done buying groceries. After they were back in the mansion, Genevieve went into the kitchen, followed by Armand. Armand took out the groceries from the bags.

Genevieve dealt with the bag that had the fruits in them. Then, she washed the apples and the box of blueberries and served them on a plate. She stored the rest in the fridge. Armand was tall and handsome, and he was quite meticulous in cooking. Genevieve could not help but enjoy the sight of him cooking. He did not pay heed to her fervent stares as he continued to cook in a calm and composed manner. Armand cooked the steak and cut them up before serving them on a plate. He could not drink alcohol because of his wound. Hence, Genevieve took out some juice from the fridge and poured two glasses. The black pepper gravy perfectly complemented the juicy steak. Genevieve appeared to be happy as she enjoyed the steak. “Mando, your cooking skills are still tip-top. This steak is better than the ones I’ve had in famous restaurants.” “Could you be quieter now that you’ve had some food?” Armand said as he peered at her. “All right. I’ll shut up.” Genevieve did not say anything further as she was thankful that he had cooked her the meal, never mind that she had waited four years for that very meal. Mando is truly a qualified house husband. After they were done with dinner, Genevieve cleaned up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. They had a dishwasher. So, all she had to do was to load the dishes into the dishwasher and wipe the stains off the stove. After she was done cleaning the kitchen, Genevieve headed upstairs. She noticed that a few organizing boxes were left outside Armand’s bedroom. Genevieve peered inside and noticed that they were all her items. She could not help but knock on Armand’s door.

you,” Genevieve argued. “If I don’t stay in the same room as you, how would I know when you don’t feel well in the middle of the night?” “My back is hurt, but I’m not crippled. I don’t need you to be at my beck and call.” Before Genevieve could protest, the door was slammed shut in her face. What a heartless man! Why is he ignoring such a beauty like me? I’m practically hurling