My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Lowering her gaze, Genevieve responded with a grunt. “That day, Coop and I were sending gifts to Old Mr. Zeigler, and to expose Sylvie's false identity. I thought Sylvie was finished. Who would have known that Bruce wanted to marry her?”

Bruce even posted two tweets in a row, as though he was afraid that no one would know that they were together.

That piqued Johanna's curiosity.

She had guessed that Armand was still alive, and through her investigations, had a gnawing feeling that Bruce could very well be Armand himself.

Now, it would seem that her hypothesis had been overturned.

If Bruce Gable is indeed Armand Faulkner, he would have known how deep the enmity ran between Genevieve and Sylvie. Seeing how Jane had also died at Sylvie's hands, he could not possibly have turned around to marry Sylvie and save her in the process.

While the two of them were chatting, Genevieve was surprised to hear someone call out to her. She also found that voice to be quite familiar.

Turning around, she saw Charlotte walk into the rooftop garden.

white shirt with dress pants and had one hand tucked inside his pocket in a very

into his luscious, affectionate eyes would

Timothy then withdrew his erm end dreped it over the beckrest. “You should try to be nicer to me since you're the one who begged me to come out to eet end shop with

a quick glance at the man who was standing motionlessly at the side before she rescinded her gaze. Then,

red carpet, and I heard that they were made by you, Ms. Joule.

and warmly accepted her praises. “Feel free to contact me whenever you need a makeover, Ms.

you up on your offer.” Charlotte then proceeded to exchange numbers with

looked back, Timothy was already seated at the table, browsing through the menu.

you and Genevieve know each other very well? asked Charlotte quizzically. “Why didn't you

a variety of items on the menu for the waiter to jot down before he casually replied, “Knowing each other well doesn't mean that we always have to talk when we see each other. Besides, you've already gone

didn't ask to represent you!” Charlotte

his arm and draped it over the backrest. “You should try to be nicer to me since you're the one

quick glance at the man who was standing motionlessly at the side before she rescinded her gaze. Then,

at him when the

her eyes at him

caught a glimpse of the person making the video call, she immediately loosened up her face and put the call through. “Hey, Dad. I'm having lunch with Timothy right now. Is there something I can