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.

man beside her. He wore a white shirt with dress pants and had one hand tucked

luscious, affectionate eyes would cause one's

beckrest. “You should try to be nicer to me since you're the one who begged me to come out to eet end

the side before she rescinded her gaze. Then, she went on to make an introduction to Charlotte. “This is my good friend,

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

praises. “Feel free

on your offer.” Charlotte then

the table, browsing through the menu. She chatted with Genevieve briefly before heading

well? asked Charlotte quizzically. “Why

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.

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menu along, Timothy then withdrew his arm and draped it over the backrest. “You should try to be nicer to me since you're the one who

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 Genevieve stole a quick glance at the man who was standing motionlessly at the side before she rescinded her gaze.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

roll her eyes at him when the phone in

eyes at him when the phone

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 do