My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 98

“This dendrobium competed in a contest before. It costs me more than ten thousand!” Genevieve then tapped the corner of her lips and added with a faint smile, “If this plant is not enough to cheer her up, I can always use my mouth. Anyway, I know that making your grandmother happy is the primary reason behind me marrying you, Mr. Faulkner, and I am confident about fulfilling this task.”

Seeing that she suddenly addressed him differently, Armand frowned but said nothing.

Twenty minutes before seven, the car arrived at the Faulkner residence’s entrance.

The residence owned by the Faulkners was in the most southerly part of the city and initially belonged to an ancient time minister.

As time passed, Harriet got tired of Xedells and thought about returning to Jadeborough. Hence, Ayden Faulkner, her husband, brought the residence through connections and even hired famous architects to renovate the place.

Ever since then, Harriet stayed there.

Year after year, the descendants of the Faulkner family would come from Xedells and gather at this residence whenever there was a festival.

The car now drove past the entrance and was on the road heading toward the main house.

Genevieve noticed both sides of the road were full of sycamore trees. Though they were so large that they almost covered the whole sky, she sensed a romantic ambiance from them.

Steven about the things Harriet loved, she found out

sycamore trees back then. In order to allow his wife to be able to see them every day, Ayden spent tons of money to get someone to

expect that there would be such a romantic

house about their arrival earlier, a few housekeepers came out

“Mr. Armand, Mdm. Genevieve.”

them and passed the dendrobium to one

entrance of the building

approaching them at a quick pace.

to see Armand. “Armand,” she called out to him in

response. When he was about to hand his coat to the housekeeper, Marilyn stretched her hands out

of it instead.” Genevieve quickly took the coat from

former blinked her beautiful eyes

her head and got a clear look at Marilyn’s

“Darling, she is Ms. Wood. When I studied in Dartan previously, I attended a few of her violin classes. I’m

Marilyn and asked, “By the way,

She merely stared at Genevieve