My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Genevieve put Amanda back down, followed Armand into the kitchen, and stood in front of him as she asked, “Your face went pale from the pain when the fireman touched you lightly. How could you possibly be fine? Go wait in the living room. I'll make the food.”

Armand gently caressed her cheek as he said, “I had the butcher cut up the beef for me, so all I have to do is stuff it into the dough. It's not back-breaking work. Don't you want some?”

Of course, I do! I don't even feel like eating the housekeeper's cooking whenever he's around! He has my appetite completely wrapped around his little finger!

With that in mind, Genevieve closed the kitchen door and watched him prepare the food. “You're going to make a cheesecake later, right? Want me to lend you a hand?”

“That won't be necessary. Desserts like those won't take long, so you just look forward to enjoying it.”

Genevieve felt a sweet sensation surging through her heart but didn't dare touch him due to his injuries. Instead, she washed some grapes and fed them to him while he prepared the food.

“My boss gave me two days off to recover from my injuries,” Armand said.

“I'm sure your daughter will be overjoyed when she hears that!” As much as Genevieve wanted to spend some time alone with him, she could only have him accompany the kids instead.

Armand shot her a glance and asked with a chuckle, “Are you seriously getting jealous of your own daughter?”

Genevieve snorted as she replied, “Oh, you want to go there? Fine! You can stay home with Amanda tomorrow while I take Lucian out!”

“All right, all right, I'm sorry!” Armand bent over to give her a kiss.

After cooking the pie, he had Genevieve serve it up while he continued making the cheesecake.

It was already nine by the time they finished having dinner.

After playing with the kids in the living room, Genevieve brought Amanda and Asel upstairs for a bath.

The two girls had so much fun in the bath that Genevieve had to drag them into the bedroom before tucking them in.

Upon returning to her bedroom, Genevieve hugged Armand from behind and ranted, “My mom said I was a good girl when I was little. According to her, I never misbehaved nor threw tantrums.”

“But you do throw tantrums after growing up, so Mandy must've taken after you,” Armand replied with a chuckle.

Genevieve gave him a pinch on the waist in response.

Recalling that he was injured, she took his shirt off and gasped in shock when she saw the large bruise on his back.

“You call this fine?” Genevieve exclaimed angrily.

“Well, there are no internal injuries. I just have to apply the ointment on the bruise, and it'll go away in a few days,” Armand replied.

Seeing as he had yet to apply the ointment, Genevieve retrieved a tube of ointment from the plastic bag. Noticing that there was a wooden box inside, she took it out as well and asked, “Is this some kind of ointment too?”

Armand took the box over before she could open it. “This isn't medication. It's something I picked up from the store on my way home.”