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 her coat, but she did not catch any

had stuffed on her, Patrick caught up with her and threw

took a deep breath of cold air, but before she could react, Patrick buried his head in her neck and started rubbing against

let go of me!” Genevieve yelled while twisting her

clutched her hands tightly and started pecking

She clenched her teeth tightly, bent her right

Genevieve took the opportunity to

looked back at Genevieve,

why did you

took a few steps back, staring at him with a defensive posture. “You were drugged. Are you

softly, but he could feel his heart

years he was in the military academy, he had gone

this drug was something else. It permeated the air, silently penetrating

and strange fragrance again, and his heart started beating

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

how mad Patrick could get. She dared not delay a second longer and quickly dashed toward the

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

a taut voice. She barely said a

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

to the front and grabbed her white shirt. With a quick yank, several buttons of the