My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Armand lowered his gaze and read the messages in silence. At the same time, he recalled some matters that had been neglected.

Truth was, he did not tell Genevieve about him becoming Robert's godson. As long as Robert doesn't make any sudden appearances and Steven keeps quiet about it, Genevieve will never know Robert is still in Jadeborough. Then again, Harry brought Genevieve to Sally's birthday party the other day, and Genevieve witnessed Sally getting intimate with me. Then, that encounter at the amusement park. How can there be such a coincidence? Harry and Genevieve arrived right after Sally and me. It's as if Harry wanted Genevieve to see all that.

Armand then recalled the incident where Genevieve was supposed to go to Baykeep. Suddenly, someone informed him that there was something dangerous on the plane, which made him rush to the airport to look for her.

Ultimately, he found out that one of Sally's housekeepers was on the same plane and had sent Sally pictures of him being close to Genevieve. Even so, he could not help but feel that there was something amiss about the matter. It was as if someone had a bigger motive instead of merely playing a trick on him.

Armand glanced at the bed. As he stared at Harry, who hid under the blanket, his gaze darkened.

Just like Cooper, Armand felt Harry was not as simple as he looked.

When Genevieve had fallen into a deep sleep, she felt a hand scratching her waist.

“Sweetie, stop messing around,” Genevieve mumbled, adjusting her posture. She slept with the two children that night. Hence, she thought Amanda had woken up and was messing around.

However, the hand continued exploring Genevieve's slender waist.

Sensing something amiss, she stiffened and opened her eyes. When she saw Armand's smiling face and his hungry gaze, she sighed with relief.

Punching him gently, she scolded, “You gave me the shock of my life. I thought Amanda was up to no good again.”

Armand lowered himself and kissed Genevieve several times, forcefully prying her lips open.

Genevieve was about to say something but was interrupted by Armand.

When the kiss ended, Armand saw her looking around anxiously, and he chuckled. “I've brought the kids out long ago.”

“Tsk. Couldn't you have said that earlier?” Genevieve glared at him. She thought her image had been ruined.

The curtains that were half closed had blocked the sunlight from pouring in. Genevieve noticed the sky was slightly bright, but she was too tired to get up. Thus, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head on his chest.

“What time is it? Why did you come back from the hospital?” she asked.

“It's already six-thirty.” Armand kissed her on the cheek, but she gave him a push because of the stubble on his face.

Armand pulled her into his embrace, saying, “Let me hug you for a while. I'll make breakfast for you and the kids later.”

“I don't understand how Asel can play with your daughter so intensely. She's only a few months old... You know what? They even had the energy to play until midnight. I had to give them a scolding to make them go to bed. Lucian's the best. He slept at nine-thirty.” Genevieve sounded exhausted.