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?

arm and sniffed her coat, but she did not catch any scent

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

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

go of me!” Genevieve

and started pecking on her

bent her right knee,

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

back at Genevieve, and

did you hit

steps back, staring at him with a defensive posture.

but he could feel his heart beating faster every second. Something was

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

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

faint and strange fragrance again, and his heart started beating

the emergency exit.” He forcibly suppressed the flame that was coursing through his veins while backing away

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

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

over to the twelfth floor,” Genevieve spurted in a taut voice. She barely said a few words

caught up with her and secured her two hands behind her

then 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,