My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 95 No Harm Flirting With My Husband

Armand could smell the faint camellia fragrance coming off her body, and he lifted his eyebrow slightly. “Decide on your own.”

“No way. I’m going back with you to meet the elders as your wife. I must leave a good first impression.” While speaking, Genevieve reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder, then continued, “Maybe I should be ladylike. Most elders prefer that.”

“Since you’ve decided, why ask me?”

“I wanted to know your thoughts.” She leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “If you like something else, I can bring another set of clothes and only show it to you?”

He grabbed her wandering hand and looked at her innocent expression, then narrowed his eyes as he moved closer to her. “Is this your true color? Do you like to flirt, or has that medicine created a problem in your brain? Should I ask Timothy to give you a check-up?

Slipping her arms around Armand’s neck, she blinked. “You’re my husband. Can’t I flirt with you?”

He kept mum to her question. However, Genevieve ignored his observant eyes and pulled away from him. She opened her bag on the couch and took out an exquisite necklace. “Here, Mando. You dropped it at the hotel. I brought it back for you.”

put it on him and reminded him

called out in the direction of the living room after coming out from

out of the man’s embrace and ran toward the dining room in her slippers. “It smells so good, Maria. Did you make

“Yes. I made roasted pork

“Wow. That’s great!”

remain seated

slightly and saw Genevieve looming over the dining table to pick up a piece of beef with

out of her mouth to lick the stain

was a casual action, but when he saw it, his

caring, including what he would do to her, and did whatever

reason, he

Swallow Garden and had a familiar bed, Genevieve had a

woke up and finished washing up and changing into her formal clothes before going

also came out of his room. When he saw Genevieve, who came down to the first floor, he was surprised. “Huh? Aren’t you going to the Faulkner