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.

about the things Harriet loved, she found out that besides dendrobium, Harriet was in loved with sycamore

wife to be able to see

such a romantic and

few housekeepers came out of the house

“Mr. Armand, Mdm. Genevieve.”

dendrobium to one of the housekeepers

the building with

she saw a slender figure approaching them at a

Marilyn, was elated to see Armand. “Armand,” she called

hand his coat to the housekeeper, Marilyn stretched her hands out

instead.” Genevieve quickly took the coat from him and hung it on

did Marilyn notice Genevieve. The former blinked

got a clear look at Marilyn’s face, she

Dartan previously, I attended a few of her violin classes. I’m her fan too.”

her sentence, she turned to Marilyn and asked, “By

didn’t answer her. She merely stared at Genevieve