My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 396

I Cannot Wait To Marry You Jack took out the necklace and put it on for Genevieve. “This present represents my apology to you. Do you like it?” Since she couldn’t take it off and throw it away, she forced a smile and said, “Thank you.” Delighted that she liked the present, Jack ran his fingers across her cheek. “There’s another square-shaped yellow diamond. The transaction was a little complicated. You’ll have to give me some time.”

held her chin and sighed—”we might not be able to register our marriage this year.” Secretly delighted by the news, Genevieve forced herself to endure his roaming hands. She had been worried that Jack would drag her to the City Hall once he got his residence permit. Therefore, the news about their marriage being delayed felt as if she had struck the lottery. Trying hard to keep a straight face, Genevieve grunted in acknowledgment. “It’s all right. I’m not in a hurry.” “But I am. I can’t

managed to make Jack feel guilty with her tone as she spoke. He stepped back and watched her struggle out of the car by herself. He went into the building first and asked for a wheelchair from the front desk. He even stuffed a couple of bills into the receptionist’s hand. “Good night, Genev.” He gave her a peck on her forehead. Only when the receptionist pushed Genevieve into the elevator in her wheelchair did Jack leave. The moment he got into the car, he asked the driver with a solemn expression, “What happened?” “I found out that Ms. Rachford got into trouble at the bar. The girls involved seemed to

was, he barely had time for Genevieve, let alone monitor the news. He had assumed Genevieve was upset because he didn’t contact her, but it turned out to be because of the controversy online. The driver continued, “Through my investigations, I discovered that there weren’t that many people maligning her. The news mostly originated from a bunch of ghostwriters who might be connected to Ms. Clasen.” “She wouldn’t dare. Or else I’ll snap her neck,” Jack sneered. With his long hair touching his shoulders, he looked like the Grim Reaper himself. “If it wasn’t because I was looking for Genev… Who does she think she is?” After glancing at the tablet again, he threw it back onto the seat. “Call her manager and make sure she doesn’t appear in