My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Armand phoned Steven to have the latter handpick two bodyguards for Genevieve's protection.

“One last thing, Mr. Faulkner...” Before he hung up, Steven told Armand, “I've sent the pictures of the traffic accident you were involved in that day to some experts, and they are of the opinion that this accident might have been premeditated. I'll go have someone look into it.”

As though he had been reminded of something, Armand scowled and replied blandly, “Just drop that, because you'll only be wasting your time. Nothing is going to turn up.”

“Are you suspecting...” Steven asked.

Armand merely went on to issue an instruction, “Let the housekeeper at home and the nanny over at Johanna's know that they are not to allow Harry into the house should he ever visit.”

Initially, he had considered getting Steven to discard the gifts Harry gave to Amanda, but he thought the better of it when it occurred to him that the little girl, being very fond of those items she was given, might get upset if he were to suddenly get rid of them.

Massaging his own forehead, Armand then said, “Check the presents he gave Amanda and Lucian one more time and see whether there is anything more to them.”

“Understood.” Steven ended the call before he proceeded to follow through with the man's orders.

Moments later, someone came knocking at the door to inform Armand that his meeting would commence at ten. Responding with a hum, he went on to wrap up whatever he had on hand before he headed over to the conference room.

The meeting lasted until eleven, after which Armand returned to the office to resume his work.

Although his posting at the Department of Public Information was a formality for the most part and required him to only hang around for a while, he was by no means occupying that position for the sake of it. There were many matters that he needed to attend to in order to demonstrate to outside observers that he was an active contributor.

Having already been a CEO previously, Armand was no stranger to frequent work trips overseas and had thus cultivated an awareness of international developments considerably keener than most civil servants. As such, he had found the role he was expected to perform now almost too easy compared to the sort of heavy brainwork he was used to handling. The issue for him was that the tasks he had to deal with presently were so voluminous that dealing with them in repetition tended to be quite exhausting.

Feeling his vision a little blurry, Armand placed his fountain pen down and lifted a hand to lightly massage the bridge of his own nose.

Just then, there was a knock on his office door.

“Come in.”

Shortly after, someone walked in and closed the door behind her. Following that, she approached his desk and placed a food carrier on top of it. “Your lunch is delivered, Mr. Faulkner.”

The workers from several buildings had all headed for lunch at the cafeteria, but he had not asked any of them to help him bring a takeout.

Finding her voice to be rather familiar, Armand lifted his head to regard the woman standing in front of the desk. She was wearing a light green dress suit paired with a ruffle dress that accentuated her slender and fair legs.

Her hat and mask ensemble left only a pair of fetching eyes exposed which she used to wink at the man when she caught him looking back at her.

“Surprise!”

Armand was pleasantly surprised indeed.

He pushed the office chair back a little and beckoned toward Genevieve before lifting her onto his lap. “How did you manage to sneak in here?”

Having already been a CEO previously, Armand was no stranger to frequent work trips overseas and had thus cultivated an awareness of international developments considerably keener than most civil servants. As such, he had found the role he was expected to perform now almost too easy compared to the sort of heavy brainwork he was used to handling. The issue for him was that the tasks he had to deal with presently were so voluminous that dealing with them in repetition tended to be quite exhausting.

“Mind you, I hod strolled in very openly,” replied Genevieve with o snort. “An old friend of Gronddod's who olso works in the Deportment of Public Informotion osked for my help with getting two bogs of coffee beons os gifts for his guest. It wos the elderly gentlemon himself who brought me in here, ond he wos olso the one who told me where your office is. But you know, I could olwoys leove if you don't wish to see me,” soid Genevieve while she regorded him oskonce.

“Why would I not wont to see you?” Armond brought her hond close to his lips for o kiss. “You should hove colled so thot I could go downstoirs ond get you. Thot woy, I'd be oble to introduce my wife to everyone else.”

“Poss.” Genevieve withdrew her hond. “I'm perfectly hoppy to get o divorce ond toke the kids with me!”

Armond wos flobbergosted.

Retrieving the food from the lunchbox, Genevieve took the opportunity to test her husbond. “Guess which one of these dishes I mode? Get it right, ond I moy reword you with o kiss.”

“Then I'd obsolutely hove to toke o proper look ot them.” After Armond surveyed the dishes one by one, he pointed toword thot plote of stuffed pork loin on o whim.

“Wrong.” Genevieve pretended to be upset. “You con't even figure out which one is the dish prepored by your own wife. Whot does thot prove? It proves you hoven't been poying regulor ottention to me ond don't love me enough.”