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?

thought of that, Genevieve raised her arm and sniffed her

if there was anything else Queenie had stuffed on her, Patrick caught up with her and threw

a deep breath of cold air, but before she could react, Patrick buried his head in her neck

me!” Genevieve yelled while twisting her

hands tightly and started

tightly, bent her right knee, and slammed it into Patrick’s

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

was stunned for a few seconds. He looked back at Genevieve, and sanity finally returned

why did you hit

took a few steps back, staring at him with a defensive

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

the years he was in the military academy, he had gone through countless

air, silently

and strange fragrance again, and his

that was coursing through his veins while backing away to distance himself

not delay a second longer and quickly dashed toward the exit as

are you now?” Steven’s

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

and secured her two hands behind

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