My Husband Is a Gary Stu

After dinner, someone from the Zeigler residence arrived with Genevieve's luggage. After that, Armand followed the driver back to the Zeigler residence.

Perhaps it was because Genevieve was standing in the chilly corridor for too long earlier that afternoon, she felt slightly dizzy, and she was having difficulty breathing.

As she was lazy to call the receptionist for medication, she went to take a shower before going to bed.

When she was falling in and out of sleep, she felt someone touching her forehead and calling out to her.

Armand helped Genevieve up and wrapped his arms around her. He then put a cup of hot tea next to her mouth and said, “Drink some hot tea, okay?”

“No!” Genevieve turned away.

Armand rubbed her cheeks and coaxed her, “Your cold won't go away if you don't drink something hot.”

Genevieve ignored his words and buried her head in his arms.

Armand sighed and sipped a mouthful of tea and fed her after that.

Genevieve was suffocating because he was kissing her while feeding her the tea with his mouth. Left without a choice, she drank it. Some tea flowed out of the corners of her mouth and flowed all the way down from her chin to her collarbones.

Slowly, the sweet scent of the tea began to fill the air.

Armand then slowly kissed the tea off of her chin. When he was about to feed her a second mouthful, Genevieve suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and got on top of him.

If Armand didn't grip the cup of tea tightly, it would've spilled all over the rug.

Then, Genevieve kissed him and uttered, “I'm not going to drink the tea. I'm going to spread my cold to you...”

Like a cat, she kept pressing her head against Armand's chest and kissed his chin, neck, and all the way downward.

Armand's breathing became heavy because of what she was doing to him.

With that, he wasn't in the mood to make Genevieve drink the tea anymore. Instead, he pulled her in and kissed her passionately. At the same time, he reached out his hand to pull off the strap of her sleeping gown.

After they were done with the steamy session, Armand carried Genevieve to the bathroom to get her cleaned up before putting on a new sleeping gown for her.

Since the tea had already turned cold, Armand went to make a new cup of hot tea for her. When he got back to her, he saw her sitting up and making a call by using the phone by the side of the bed.

“Are you hungry?” Armand asked.

Genevieve snorted and complained in a hoarse voice, “You came into my room in the middle of the night and raped me! I'm going to complain about you to the hotel! Your reputation as a Deputy Minister of the Department of Public Information will be ruined tomorrow!”

Armand quickly went up to her and disconnected the phone before she could call the receptionist.

If Armand didn't grip the cup of tea tightly, it would've spilled all over the rug.

He then sat by the bed and hugged her before putting a blanket over her. After giving the hot cup of tea a few blows, he gave it to her.

“I'm not drinking that!” Genevieve shied away. “You're a rapist!”