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?

raised her arm and sniffed her coat, but she did not catch

clothes to check if there was anything else Queenie had stuffed on her, Patrick caught up with her

hurt from the impact. She took a deep breath of cold air, but before she could react, Patrick buried his head in her neck

of me!” Genevieve yelled while

and started pecking on her

clenched her teeth tightly, bent her right knee, and slammed

grip on her loosened. Genevieve took the opportunity to push the man away before she slapped him hard in

a few seconds. He looked back at

why did you hit

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

Patrick murmured softly, but he could feel his heart beating faster every second. Something was really

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

something else. It permeated the air, silently penetrating into his

the faint and strange fragrance again, and

He forcibly suppressed the flame that was

mad Patrick could get. She dared not delay a second longer and quickly dashed toward the exit as fast as she

you now?” Steven’s voice sounded

Steven, please come over to the twelfth floor,” Genevieve spurted in a taut voice. She barely said a few words before her arm was grabbed suddenly from behind, and her phone dropped

with her and secured her two hands behind her

lowered his head, lips lingering behind the back of her neck. His free hand stretched out to the front and grabbed her white shirt. With a quick yank, several buttons of the shirt popped