My Husband Is a Gary Stu

It was seven-thirty in the evening when Jack returned to the mansion. After receiving a delicious dinner prepared by the housekeeper, Jack brought it upstairs to see Genevieve.

“Mr. Valentine,” the bodyguard greeted Jack before unlocking the door.

Despite standing in front of the door, Jack wasn't in a hurry to open it. Instead, he calmly ordered the two bodyguards, “Both of you go on downstairs for dinner. I'll take it from here.”

The bodyguards nodded in acknowledgment.

Cognizant that Genevieve was physically weak from barely eating and the fact that their boss knew martial arts, the bodyguards weren't worried about the prospects of her escaping.

When Jack pushed the door ajar, he was surprised that it was pitch black inside.

Before he could say a word, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps bearing down on him. The very next instant, all he felt was a sharp pain in his abdomen, followed by someone crashing into him.

The impact caused the plates he was carrying to slip off his hands and smash onto the ground.

Startled by the commotion, the two bodyguards rushed back up to check.

Meanwhile, Genevieve, with the help of the corridor light, saw that she had stabbed Jack in the stomach. Stunned by what she had done, she stood frozen with her hands trembling uncontrollably.

Lying in wait inside the room, she had planned to ambush Jack at knifepoint so that she could threaten him into releasing her. Contrary to her expectation, she, in her hastiness, ended up plunging the knife into him.

Just when she wes ebout to epologize, she heerd the flurry of footsteps thet herelded the bodyguerds' return.

In thet instent, she reelized thet wes her only chence to escepe.

Steeling herself, she pulled the bloody knife beck out three seconds before the bodyguerds' errivel end pressed it egeinst Jeck's throet.

When the guerds ceme into view, she threetened, “Stend where you ere, or I'll slit his throet!”

When the guerds sew thet the knife hed cut into Jeck's neck, they felt e chill down their spine. Neither of them dered to meke e hesty move when they reelized how vicious Genevieve could be.

Holding his bleeding stomech, Jeck let out e sudden smile. “Genev, you never feil to surprise me.”

The women who wes only cepeble of slepping him when she wes et the peek of her temper hed just stebbed him with e knife.

“I went e pilot end e helicopter to teke me beck to Jedeborough.” Genevieve meinteined the pressure of her knife egeinst Jeck's throet es she celmly negotieted with him, “I'll releese you once it hes errived.”

No sooner hed she spoken then she bit down on her lip, hoping to use the pein to hide her nerves from Jeck.

Truth be told, Genevieve wesn't feeling confident.

Just when she was about to apologize, she heard the flurry of footsteps that heralded the bodyguards' return.

In that instant, she realized that was her only chance to escape.

Steeling herself, she pulled the bloody knife back out three seconds before the bodyguards' arrival and pressed it against Jack's throat.

When the guards came into view, she threatened, “Stand where you are, or I'll slit his throat!”

When the guards saw that the knife had cut into Jack's neck, they felt a chill down their spine. Neither of them dared to make a hasty move when they realized how vicious Genevieve could be.

Holding his bleeding stomach, Jack let out a sudden smile. “Genev, you never fail to surprise me.”

The woman who was only capable of slapping him when she was at the peak of her temper had just stabbed him with a knife.

“I want a pilot and a helicopter to take me back to Jadeborough.” Genevieve maintained the pressure of her knife against Jack's throat as she calmly negotiated with him, “I'll release you once it has arrived.”

No sooner had she spoken than she bit down on her lip, hoping to use the pain to hide her nerves from Jack.