My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Cooper knew how tired Genevieve had been from searching for Armand since his disappearance. She pursued every clue so relentlessly that her anxiety caused her insomnia.

As she had been injected with Curb.emotion, Genevieve had no feelings of romance toward Armand. Even his faked death did not affect her at all. Even so, he had gone too far this time.

Even if he had matters to attend to, he should not have kept me worrying.

Cooper handed Genevieve a piece of tissue. As he was about to say something, she wiped her tears and said coldly, “Forget it. It's not worth being sad over a scoundrel like him. I am rich and beautiful. Why should I get hung up on an old man who is almost forty years old?”

Cooper was amused. He did not know if he should feel sorry for Armand for being cast so quickly aside.

The children's birthday party drew to a close at eleven that night.

Harry gazed mournfully at Genevieve upon noticing the darkness outside the window. “Jesse went to Baykeep, Genevieve. There's no one at home, and it's still raining outside. Can I spend the night here?”

“Let Harry stay, Mommy.” Amanda tried to put in a word for him.

Though Genevieve was unwilling, she did not feel good about sending him away on a rainy day at the thought of all Harry had done that night for her sake and how far away from home he was.

Lucian, however, chose that moment to raise his objection. “You can't. This is Daddy's house. No guests have ever lived here aside from Mommy. Even Mr. Sullivan moved out when my parents lived together. If guests could stay, Mr. Sullivan wouldn't have sent Aunt Jojo and Uncle Cooper away.”

“Special situations necessitate special measures,” Harry said petulantly as his eyelashes quivered. “I won't be able to hail a taxi in this rain anyway. I want to spend some more time with Amanda and tell her a bedtime story.”

Amanda's eyes lit up, but upon receiving her brother's hard gaze, she pouted her lips and said nothing.

“No problem. I'll have someone send you.” Lucian took out his phone and called Cooper, who had just left. “Harry says he can't hail a taxi, Uncle Cooper. Send him to the hotel, will you? All right. I'll send him out.”

After hanging up, Lucian flashed Harry a grin. “My uncle is waiting in the car outside. He said he will treat you to a deluxe suite.”

“Since my brother is sending you to the hotel, you should get going.” Genevieve heaved a secret sigh of relief when her son resolved the delicate matter for her.

Sending Harry out the front door, she handed him an umbrella.

Harry did not expect the usually reticent Lucian to be so chatty and meddlesome at the critical moment.

Lucian, however, chose that moment to raise his objection. “You can't. This is Daddy's house. No guests have ever lived here aside from Mommy. Even Mr. Sullivan moved out when my parents lived together. If guests could stay, Mr. Sullivan wouldn't have sent Aunt Jojo and Uncle Cooper away.”

As his plan of spending the night fell apart, he could only reluctantly bid Genevieve farewell.

Amanda awaited Genevieve's return to extract a paper bag from the pile of opened presents and hand it to her mother. “This is a gift from Mr. Valentine to Lucian and me, Mommy.”