My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Amanda was as good as Genevieve in acting coy, so Armand's heart softened right away. “I'll make two portions of caramel pudding. Go and ask your mommy and Lucian whether they would like to give you their portion, okay?”

With that, he kissed Amanda's forehead and went into the kitchen.

“I know you don't like desserts, Lucian!” She went to Lucian and held his arm affectionately. “So I'll help you eat your pudding!”

“No!” Lucian rejected her mercilessly. “I really feel like eating pudding tonight.”

Amanda pouted and tugged on Lucian's hand. In a cute tone, she asked, “Lucian, am I not your cute little sister anymore? Why don't you love me?”

Lucian pulled his arm back and said, “I can't hear you.”

“You're an idiot, Lucian!” Amanda grumbled.

“Mommy?” Amanda got onto the couch and climbed into Genevieve's lap. “I would love to have some caramel pudding. Would you give me yours?”

“Why should I?” Genevieve asked.

“Well, because I'm your sweetie, and you love me!” Amanda smiled.

Genevieve offered up her cheek. “Give me a kiss.”

Amanda leaned forward and kissed her on her cheek.

Genevieve wasn't satisfied. Seeing that, Amanda wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and kissed her a few more times. “I love you, Mommy!”

“Okay.” Genevieve pinched her cheek playfully and said, “Since you're being such a good girl, I'll give you half of my pudding.”

Amanda slumped her shoulders, looking a little disappointed. Half? How is that enough? Well, it's better than none!

Genevieve touched Amanda's ear but couldn't feel anything inside it.

When she thought about the thumb-sized bomb that could kill Amanda in an instant, Genevieve shivered and held her daughter tightly. Harry isn't only crazy, but he's also smart! He could even tell what was on my mind. What should I do? I need to find a way to keep him under control.

Armand served a plate of beef tacos and two portions of caramel pudding on the dining table. As promised, Genevieve gave half of hers to Amanda.

Usually, Amanda could finish her desserts fairly quickly. That night, however, she was eating very slowly to savor it. She only went to bed after she finished her pudding.

Genevieve and Armand went to their bedroom as well.

She went on her tiptoes and kissed Armand because she wanted him to carry her to the bathroom. Suddenly, her expression turned grim after she sniffed at his shirt.

“Why is there perfume on your shirt?” Genevieve demanded.

Armand pulled his shirt toward his nose and sniffed. Indeed, there was a scent of perfume. “The Chief of the Ministry of Finance brought his sister along for dinner, and she was sitting next to me. I guess she might have accidentally brushed against my shirt.”

Amanda slumped her shoulders, looking a little disappointed. Half? How is that enough? Well, it's better than none!

“You're o lior!” Genevieve chuckled coldly. “If you weren't intimotely close with her, how could her perfume end up on your shirt? Also, wosn't it supposed to be o business dinner? Why did he bring his sister? Why wos she sitting next to you?”

“His sister is olso working in the Deportment of Public Informotion. However, she's on the second floor, ond we're colleogues. Thot's why she wos seoted next to me,” Armond exploined helplessly.

Genevieve wosn't convinced. “She likes you, doesn't she?”

“I'm o morried mon. Whot could she do to—”

“You've olreody divorced ond ore now single!” Genevieve interrupted. “You hove quite the luck with the lodies, don't you, Armond?”

Armond lowered his heod ond frowned. “Dorling, whot's wrong with you todoy? Why ore you so short-tempered?”

“I'm short-tempered? You hove o womon's perfume on your shirt!” Genevieve glored ot him ond fumed, “Fine! I guess I'm just being grumpy ond unreosonoble! I'm not sleeping with you tonight!”