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?

her arm and sniffed

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

but before she could react, Patrick buried his head in her neck and started

of me!” Genevieve

tightly and

uncontrollably. She clenched her teeth tightly, bent her right knee,

opportunity to push the man away

back at Genevieve, and

why did you

for?” Genevieve took a few steps back, staring at him

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

the years he was in the military academy, he had

air, silently penetrating into

faint and strange fragrance

suppressed the flame that was coursing through his veins while backing

She dared not delay a second longer and quickly dashed toward the exit as fast as she

where are you now?” Steven’s

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

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

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