My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Genevieve left with an expressionless face. When she met the manager on duty in the corridor, she instructed him to deliver some wine and some fruit to Charlotte's room.

Genevieve added, “Tell them that police often come for inspection recently, so they have to behave.”

The manager nodded.

When Genevieve arrived at the elevator and was about to press the button, the elevator opened slowly in front of her. There was a person standing inside.

She stopped breathing for a second when she saw Armand. For some reason, her eyes turned teary.

“Don't you want to come in?” Armand held the door for her when he saw that Genevieve stood still and did not go in.

Genevieve pursed her lips, walked in, and stood behind him.

Armand let go of his hand and let the elevator door close automatically. “I had a meeting in Feston. Jerry told me that you're at the club, so I came to pick you up right after the meeting.”

Genevieve did not speak a word for a long moment. Armand turned around to look at her to see that she was looking at him too. Her lips pursed, and she seemed aggrieved.

He held Genevieve's hand, and she conveniently slipped into his arms.

She raised her arms and wrapped them around Armand's neck. Armand lowered his body, and the two started kissing affectionately in the elevator.

They had no intention of separating even until the elevator reached the underground carpark.

Armand put his palm on Genevieve's waist and buried her head on his chest. As he smelled the fragrance of her hair, the frustration in him eased slowly.

He kissed her earlobe lovingly and whispered, “I'm sorry for letting you worry about me.”

“I cried so many times. Can you see the white hair on my head?” Genevieve leaned her head toward him. “I also have insomnia and hair loss problems.”

“It's my fault and my bad,” said Armand.

“Kiss me again. I won't angry anymore if you kiss me again.” Genevieve moved her lips closer to him.

Armand smiled, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply.

The surveillance camera in the elevator was still on. Armand did not want others to see Genevieve's gorgeous appearance that should only belong to him alone.

He quickly ended the kiss, walked out of the elevator with Genevieve in his arms, and got into his car.

After Armand helped her to fasten the seatbelt, Genevieve hugged his waist and did not let him go. “Something so serious happened to you. Why didn't you tell me?”

“Even if the heart is found, there is still a possibility of rejection. There are also chances of getting acute sepsis. I am afraid that I will die in front of you one day. I also don't want you to see me being intimate with another woman.” Armand rubbed her chin with his thumb and sighed.