My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 82 She Would Rather Die

“Genev, you smell so nice…” Patrick’s voice trailed off while his body pressed against Genevieve’s back subconsciously.

Genevieve could feel her hair stand on end when Patrick’s breath blew on her skin. She scrambled forward to get away from him.

After putting some distance between herself and Patrick, Genevieve turned to look at him. The latter’s face was slightly flushed, and he was obviously not himself. She asked, “Patrick, did you go into the room just now?”

When she was standing outside of the room, she speculated that the men inside were taking certain drugs judging from their rhythm of breathing.

“No, I was at the balcony just now.” Patrick sniffed, and then his eyes fell on Genevieve again.

Slowly, lust bloomed in his eyes.

“Genev, you really smell so nice.” He strode forward to Genevieve, and said again, “Let me smell you again.”

The color instantly drained from Genevieve’s face when she saw Patrick advancing toward her.

Seeing that the elevator next to her had yet to come, she ran to the other side of the corridor, and Patrick quickly chased after her.

Haven’t I returned the problematic brooch to Queenie? Why does Patrick think that I smell nice?

the thought of that, Genevieve raised her arm and sniffed her coat, but she did

about to rummage through her clothes to check if there was anything else Queenie had stuffed on her, Patrick caught up with her and threw her against the wall. Then, he leaned over her

deep breath of cold air, but before she could react,

me!” Genevieve yelled while twisting her

and

teeth tightly, bent her right

his grip on her loosened. Genevieve took the opportunity to push the

seconds. He looked back at Genevieve, and

did you

for?” Genevieve took a few steps back, staring at him with a defensive posture. “You were drugged. Are you

softly, but he could feel his heart

military academy, he had gone through countless training and had tried hundreds

permeated the air, silently penetrating into his

fragrance

that was coursing through his veins while backing away

quickly dashed toward the exit as fast as she

Mrs. Faulkner, where are you now?” Steven’s voice sounded from

a taut voice. She barely said a few words before her arm was grabbed suddenly from behind, and her phone

caught up with her and secured her two hands behind her back, pressing her upper body against the

stretched out to