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

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

impact. She took a deep breath of cold air, but before she could react, Patrick buried his

Genevieve yelled

clutched her hands tightly and started pecking

tightly, bent her right

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

looked back at Genevieve,

why did

few steps back, staring at him with a

is that possible?” Patrick murmured softly, but he could feel his heart beating faster every

in the military academy, he had gone through

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

strange fragrance

suppressed the flame that was coursing through his veins while backing away

longer and quickly dashed toward the exit as fast as she could while taking out her mobile phone to

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

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 onto the

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

His free hand stretched out to the front and grabbed her white shirt.