My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Genevieve had just popped another piece of grilled meat into her mouth when she heard those words. It surprised her so much that she forgot she was eating. When she turned her head to him, her cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk's.

It seemed that no matter how much time passed, she would always act like a girl who hadn't grown up. Armand found her adorable, regardless of what she did.

At this, Armand was gripped with the sudden urge to kiss his wife.

Genevieve was stunned for a few seconds. Then, she chewed quickly and swallowed her food before downing some coffee. “Uh, what did you just say?”

“I want to be your husband,” repeated Armand.

Some might find those words cheesy, but Genevieve didn't feel irritated when she heard Armand say them. It was as though she was naturally drawn to him.

Genevieve kept her eyes on Armand and asked, “Uh, Mr. Faulkner, how old are you?”

“Thirty-seven.”

Genevieve's shoulders slumped as soon as she heard that response. She put another piece of grilled meat into her mouth and waved her hand at him. “I'm into men like Coop and am not interested in older guys.”

Armand sighed internally. He massaged his brows and said, “I'm only a few years older than you.”

“That is not a few years. It's almost a decade apart,” corrected Genevieve. “In theory, an age difference of three years is enough to make communication difficult between partners. It'll be even worse in this case because we're nine years apart.”

Suspicious, Genevieve scanned Armand and said, “Also, why aren't you married, even though you're thirty-seven already?”

There can only be one reason why a man at his age is still unmarried.

“I married a few years ago but divorced later on. I became busy with work after that, so I never remarried,” explained Armand in frustration. “My sexuality is not the problem.”

Genevieve shrugged and insisted, “Then you should continue focusing on your job. I'm not into old men.”

Armand's heart was mercilessly crushed when she said those words.

He leaned closer to Genevieve and rested his arm on the back of her chair. In a deep voice, he said, “I have more experience than you, can love you unconditionally, and will learn about everything you love. That way, there won't be a communication issue between us. Also, I'm a great chef and can cook whatever you want for you.”

Genevieve pouted and shrugged nonchalantly. “I'm rich, so I can afford to eat whatever I want. I don't need you to cook for me.”

That was when a server came in to deliver something.

Armand noticed that Genevieve had already finished eating the grilled meat he made, so he had the server make more for them.

The server nodded and quickly placed the raw beef on the grill. Lathering the meat with sauce, he flipped the beef expertly. He handed Genevieve a plate when everything was done.

Genevieve popped one piece into her mouth and chewed a little, but she frowned soon after.

It's not good.

Assuming that the beef was from a different breed of cow, she spat the grilled meat she had in her mouth out and turned to the server. “I want the same type of beef you got us earlier.”