My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 379 The Marriage Registration Cannot Be Done The only time he was moved was when his car passed by the church a year ago, and he happened to see Genevieve. The woman’s bright smile was deeply imprinted on his mind.

He dreamed of that pretty face many times in his dream, and he wanted to keep her by his side to comfort his loneliness. However, she was not meant to be his. She was young and had a bright future ahead of her, whereas he was no longer youthful and had not given her anything memorable. Genevieve stood there, watching as the Maybach disappeared from her sight. Her heart ached. Jack’s hand slid from Genevieve’s shoulder to her hand. He grabbed it and put it in his coat pocket. “Genev, let’s go.”

Jack brushed away the hair from her face with his hand, and his eyes were filled with passion. His gaze was full of desires, which was rather frightening. However, his voice was low and pleasant. “The City Hall does not have a ruling that says that one cannot get married immediately after a divorce.” Jack kissed her face tenderly. “I really want to marry you. It’s only after marriage that you belong to me.” Genevieve was speechless. Jack looked at Genevieve, whose lips were pursed and silent. His attractive eyes narrowed,

all stunned when they saw Genevieve coming in with a long-haired, handsome man. Didn’t she just get a divorce? Why is she here again? Jack took Genevieve to the marriage registration desk straight away and put their documents on a counter. “What is the procedure for us to get married?” Goodness gracious! All the staff at the City Hall who heard him were dumbfounded. One of the staff had just poured himself a glass of water. But upon hearing Jack’s words, he dropped his glass, which broke on the floor with a crash. Jack cast a sidelong glance at the man who had dropped the glass and tapped on the counter with his fingers curved, repeating what he had just said. His expression turned cold and hard as he faced the others. “We want to get married.” The staff was a little

from Dartan.” The staff said apologetically, “Then please head over to the Department of Homeland Security and apply for a residence permit; otherwise, we cannot help you with the marriage procedures.” The smile on Jack’s face faded. “I’ll send someone