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?

of that, Genevieve raised her arm and sniffed her coat, but she did

was anything else Queenie had stuffed on her, Patrick caught up with her and threw her against the wall. Then, he leaned over her

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

Genevieve

and started pecking on

body shook uncontrollably. She clenched her teeth tightly, bent her right knee, and slammed

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

a few seconds. He looked back

why did you hit

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

but he could feel his heart beating faster every second.

the years he was in the military academy, he had gone through countless training and had tried hundreds of

this drug was something else. It permeated the air, silently penetrating into his skin and driving

Patrick smelled the faint and strange fragrance again, and

He forcibly suppressed the flame that was coursing through his veins while backing away to distance himself from

not delay a second longer and quickly dashed toward the exit as fast as she could while taking

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

She barely said a few words before her

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

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