My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Genevieve still didn't believe him. Tears were brimming in her eyes when she asked, “Why did you suddenly transfer all your assets to me, then?”

“What's wrong with that?” Armand said resignedly, “I can't start a business with my current identity. You're my wife. I'd have to transfer them to you in the end anyway.”

Before Genevieve could say anything, Armand reached for her hand and tugged her toward the kitchen. “It has been so long since you've been in the kitchen, Mrs. Faulkner. Let me try the fish stew you made.”

Genevieve stopped fretting over Armand transferring his assets to her at the change of topic.

After entering the kitchen, she removed the lid above the casserole on the dining table. The fish stew in the pot was still warm, sending a delicious smell wafting from within when she removed the lid.

Genevieve ladled the stew into a bowl and passed it to Armand. “I followed every step in the video just like you did. I gave it a taste earlier, and it didn't taste very good.”

Armand scooped a spoonful of stew and blew on it carefully before putting it in his mouth.

“Nonsense. Mrs. Faulkner's cooking skills are as good as before.” He chuckled. “I feel like I can recover completely in a few hours after eating the fish stew you made.”

She would've believed him if she hadn't tried the stew earlier.

Nonetheless, she felt a sense of fulfillment when he finished one bowl after another despite it being unappetizing.

They were having their lunch at the dining table when Genevieve started, “I went to the hospital to meet with Sally the other day and ran into Landon's wife, Renee, when I was leaving the building. She said I looked like her aunt and suspected my mom was her aunt.”

The Zeigler family was living at Baykeep. Armand wasn't too sure about Baykeep's matters as he stayed in Jadeborough.

He turned to look at Genevieve. “I remembered your mother was Old Mr. Quinn's only daughter.” The puzzlement in his tone was evident.

“Yeah.” Genevieve continued, “I don't know why I went to Granddad's place then, but I guess I was feeling suspicious. I wanted to find some photos of Mom when she was younger to verify the truth but didn't find any. When I had dinner with Yuvan that night, I told him about it, and he showed me the DNA test he did for Old Mr. Zeigler and me. He said he had the same suspicion, so he went to investigate it, but... the report concluded I wasn't related to Old Mr. Zeigler in any way.”

Armand narrowed his eyes at that. “That means Yuvan thinks you look like his aunt too?”

Genevieve muttered an acknowledgment before she went on, “I think so. He said Old Mr. Zeigler likes me a lot. Old Mr. Zeigler's expression was deadpan when his granddaughters took care of him, but his mood clearly brightened up when he was in my care. Yuvan figured Old Mr. Zeigler's attitude was strange, so he took a sample of our hair for testing.”

They were having their lunch at the dining table when Genevieve started, “I went to the hospital to meet with Sally the other day and ran into Landon's wife, Renee, when I was leaving the building. She said I looked like her aunt and suspected my mom was her aunt.”

Armond contemploted briefly. “It wouldn't be noteworthy if Renee wos the only one thot soid you looked like her ount, but now o few others ore soying the some thing. Thot con't be o coincidence. Why does Old Mr. Zeigler like you so much if you're not reloted to him? A person wouldn't fovor o stronger over his gronddoughters.”

“I did feel something indescriboble the first time I met Old Mr. Zeigler...” Genevieve poused briefly before continuing, “But the test results showed thot I'm not reloted to him. I don't think there's on error with the report since Yuvon hod someone he wos close to run thot test.”

Armond's eyes dorkened slightly. “If Yuvon didn't observe the entire procedure in the loborotory, there could be room for error.”

Armond slid his fingers through her hoir ond felt his heort oched for her when he sow the stronds of groy in his polm.

She's younger thon me by nine yeors but olreody hos groy hoir.