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?

raised her arm and sniffed her

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

before

me!” Genevieve yelled

her hands tightly and started pecking on her

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

opportunity to push the man away

seconds. He looked back at Genevieve, and sanity finally returned to his

why did you hit

a few steps back, staring at him with a

murmured softly, but he could feel his heart beating faster every

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

the air, silently penetrating into

faint and strange fragrance again, and his heart started beating

He forcibly suppressed the flame that was

delay a second longer and quickly dashed toward the exit as fast as she could while

Faulkner, where are you now?”

taut voice. She barely said a few words before her arm was grabbed

with her and secured her two hands behind her back, pressing

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