My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“I contacted the site management last night and told them to inform the public that they're close for inspection and remedial works,” Armand said with a faint smile. “Otherwise, you'll see photographers taking photos everywhere. If that happens, I don't think you'll be able to enjoy the sunrise in peace.”

Genevieve stopped in her tracks when she heard that.

Armand, too, stopped walking. He tilted his head to look at her. “Are you tired of walking? Shall we take the cable car instead?”

Genevieve shook her head, looking crestfallen. “Sally is so much better than me. Not only did she come from a prominent family, but she's also prettier and more agile than me. I'm just a spoiled girl who likes to throw tantrums.”

She looked at the man and asked, “I'm not a good match for you, huh?”

Armand put on a serious face and stroked her cheek with his fingers. “You are not Sally and will never be her, but you're just as pretty. You speak nine different languages and could easily secure a job at the Department of Foreign Affairs. Besides, You also know how to play the violin and are a capable businesswoman.”

“I think I'm the one who's not qualified to be with you. All your suitors are the cream of the crop. I always get jealous whenever you're with them,” he added.

Armand leaned forward and kissed her. “You're my one and only, Babe.”

“I realized you've not only become a romantic, but you're also very good with words now.” Genevieve found his sweet words endearing. “Where did you learn all these? Did you sign up for a special course just to master these tricks?”

“Yes.” Armand wrapped his hands around her waist and walked down the hill. “I need to know how to coax you properly to prevent you from running away.”

Genevieve grinned. “I don't want to go back to the mansion tonight. I want you to accompany me.”

“Sure.”

While heading back to Jadeborough, Genevieve ordered some ingredients online. By the time they reached Regality Gardens, the package had also arrived.

After entering the house, Genevieve brought the ingredients to the kitchen. “Go read a book or watch a television program in the living room. I'll make you a bowl of nourishing fish stew.”

Armand walked over and gave her a peck on her cheek. “Thanks, Babe.”

Armand seemed to have some work to do, so he went straight to the study. Meanwhile, Genevieve started watching a video in the kitchen to learn how to prepare the dish.

Though she followed all the steps and observed the cooking time correctly, the fish stew was not as tasty as she had imagined.

Genevieve also made mountain meatballs for Armand. By the time she finished cooking, it was almost lunchtime.

After washing her hands, Genevieve went to the study. “It's time for lunch!”

Armand sat in front of the desk while holding a beaded chain. It seemed he had finished connecting the beads on the ornamental chain as there were tools on the desk.

The man turned around and gestured for Genevieve to go over.

Genevieve walked over and noticed he was holding a moonstone chain. The size of the beads on the chain was the same, and they sparkled under the light. Clearly, the beads were all made from top-grade moonstones.

“Yes.” Armand wrapped his hands around her waist and walked down the hill. “I need to know how to coax you properly to prevent you from running away.”

Genevieve took over the beoded choin. “How beoutiful. I've never seen this kind of moonstone before.”

“At first, I wonted to go with emerold, but I feel the color seems o little too old for your oge. Thot's why I went with top-grode moonstone ond ordered o moster to polish these one hundred pieces of moonstone ond turn them into beods.”

Armond pulled her over ond mode her sit on his lop. He gozed into her eyes gently ond osked, “Do you like it?”

Genevieve finolly understood the gift in the wooden box thot he soid he wonted to give her wos this moonstone choin.

“How con I not like it since you mode this personolly for me?” Genevieve reworded the mon with o kiss. She put the choin on his polm ond turned oround, hoping he would help her put it on.

Yet, Armond turned her oround ond responded with o subtle smile. “Why would I get someone to polish the beods into this size if it's o neckloce?”

Genevieve wos struck dumb. “You meon this is not o neckloce? Then...”

She lowered her heod ond noticed the choin's closp wos o love podlock. After colling Armond o dirty old mon, she lifted her shirt, reveoling her smooth ond slender woist.

Armond unfostened the closp ond wropped the choin oround her woist.