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?

sniffed

clothes to check if there was anything else Queenie had stuffed on her, Patrick caught up

took a deep breath of cold air, but before she could

let go of me!” Genevieve yelled

hands tightly and started

clenched her teeth tightly, bent her right knee, and

her loosened. Genevieve took the opportunity to push the man

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

why did you hit

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

is that possible?” Patrick murmured softly, but he could feel his heart beating faster every

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

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

Patrick smelled the faint and strange fragrance again, and his heart

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

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

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

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

had caught up with her and secured her two hands behind her

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