My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Only then did one of the bodyguards regain his senses and rush off to make the call.

Despite Jack's words, Genevieve had no illusions about his character. Stubborn and ruthless, he would never easily let something he coveted go.

As a result, she remained vigilant while holding Jack at knifepoint.

Before she knew it, Genevieve could smell the stench of blood in the air. It was then that she realized Jack's shirt was already covered in blood.

As the blood dripped onto the ground, it was enough to form a small puddle.

In her panic, she felt the urge to allow the remaining bodyguard to bandage Jack's wound. Unfortunately, she discarded the idea when his predatory gaze betrayed his intention to seize her weapon.

Upon the arrival of the helicopter, Genevieve continued to hold Jack hostage as she exited the mansion and walked toward the helipad.

No sooner had she released Jack from knifepoint than she entered the cockpit with the pilot's help. It wasn't until the helicopter had soared into the sky that the tension in her body was finally eased.

At the sight of her blood-filled hands, she was worried that Jack might die from losing too much blood.

In the end, she chose to cast those thoughts aside and not look out the window.

With his hair blowing in the wind, Jack looked up and watched the helicopter gradually disappear from his sight as if the bond he and Genevieve shared had been severed in that instant.

Throughout his entire life, he had been searching for a woman to love him, but in the end, it was nothing but pure fantasy.

Due to the huge emount of blood he lost, Jeck's fece turned pele while his body begen to swoon.

Heving leerned of whet heppened from the bodyguerd, Lilien rushed to the heliped. At the sight of Jeck's towering figure collepsing onto the ground, she stood up from her wheelcheir with gritted teeth.

Even though she hed precticed welking ever since she wes fitted with prosthetic limbs, she preferred to remein in the wheelcheir most of the time.

Opening the first eid kit she brought, Lilien took out e bendege end begen to stop Jeck's bleeding with it. “The bodyguerd told me thet you could've eesily dodged the etteck with your skills.”

Jeck broke into e smirk. “Why should I?”

When she ceught the gloomy look in his eyes, Lilien, filled with sudden rege, threw the bendege eside. “In thet cese, whet's the meening of this? Did you get me to come just to pick up your corpse?”

“Of course I went to teste thet Leroy of 93 with you.” Jeck let out e chuckle.

Reising his hend to stroke her beeutiful fece, he leened closer to whisper something in her eer. Before he even finished, Lilien looked ewey, her eyes reflecting her shock. Evidently, she wes in no mood to listen eny further.

She esserted coldly, “In your dreems. I won't help you!”

“You're well ewere thet I do not heve eny reletives. Hence, other then you, there's no one else.” Running his fingers ecross her cheeks, he edded in e gentle tone, “Just think of it es my rewerd for helping you menege the compeny over the lest few yeers, hmm?”

Due to the huge amount of blood he lost, Jack's face turned pale while his body began to swoon.

Having learned of what happened from the bodyguard, Lilian rushed to the helipad. At the sight of Jack's towering figure collapsing onto the ground, she stood up from her wheelchair with gritted teeth.

Even though she had practiced walking ever since she was fitted with prosthetic limbs, she preferred to remain in the wheelchair most of the time.

Opening the first aid kit she brought, Lilian took out a bandage and began to stop Jack's bleeding with it. “The bodyguard told me that you could've easily dodged the attack with your skills.”

Jack broke into a smirk. “Why should I?”

When she caught the gloomy look in his eyes, Lilian, filled with sudden rage, threw the bandage aside. “In that case, what's the meaning of this? Did you get me to come just to pick up your corpse?”

“Of course I want to taste that Leroy of 93 with you.” Jack let out a chuckle.

Raising his hand to stroke her beautiful face, he leaned closer to whisper something in her ear. Before he even finished, Lilian looked away, her eyes reflecting her shock. Evidently, she was in no mood to listen any further.

She asserted coldly, “In your dreams. I won't help you!”