My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Armand leaned over and held Genevieve's face in his warm palms. “One can tell lies, but their eyes can't. Genev, look at me in my eyes. Do I look like I'm lying?”

The reflection of her face could be seen clearly in his eyes, which were full of gentleness and affection.

Genevieve shook her head.

Armand kissed her and said gently, “Now that a good opportunity has presented itself, I don't wish to miss it again. I hope you can consider me, yes?”

“Okay,” Genevieve instinctively answered.

Smiling, he sat back in his seat. After fastening his seatbelt, he drove toward Regality Gardens and stopped right in front of her condominium.

He got off the car and helped her open the door. “Do you have any cravings for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Pan-fried steak and mushroom soup.”

“Okay, then I'll come over earlier tomorrow.” Armand passed her bag over and lightly caressed her chin. “Have an early night.”

It wasn't until he drove his car away did Genevieve snap out of her daze.

Regality Gardens usually has tight security measures. Vehicles of non-residents aren't allowed in here. How did Armand get in? And how did he know where I live?

Heading into the building, Genevieve reached for her phone while waiting for the elevator. She had added Armand's contact on WhatsApp after she regained consciousness at the hospital but had never chatted with him.

She tapped on the man's contact, intending to tell him not to come over tomorrow and that she was not interested in playing any games with him.

I'm not a young girl who loves playing such childish games.

However, just as she was about to send the message after crafting it, she recalled how skilled Armand was at grilling meat at the barbecue restaurant earlier. At once, she froze on the spot.

It'd be pretty nice if I could get a man with such impressive cooking skills to cook for me every day...

Right then, the elevator door opened. As Genevieve walked in, she deleted what she had typed and threw her phone back into the bag.

The following day, after turning off the alarm on her phone beside her pillow, she lay in bed for a little longer. Eventually, she headed to the bathroom to wash up before finally exiting her room while yawning.

She intended to return to change her clothes and put on some makeup after breakfast.

Before she even walked near the kitchen, the smell of perfectly pan-fried steak wafted into her nose. At once, she felt her stomach growling. “Rosa, what did you make for breakfast today? It smells amazing...”

Directing her gaze toward the open-design kitchen, Genevieve immediately realized that the person making breakfast was not Rosa but Armand.

The man, with a gray apron on, had his head bowed as he prepared the food. Unlike the expressionless and domineering leader he usually was at work, he was giving off warmth and liveliness at that instant.

Genevieve was bewildered by that sight before her. If he ever participates in a food program, he'll surely be able to attract every female audience's attention based on his looks alone!

Right then, Armand lifted his head and looked toward Genevieve. The man was visibly stunned almost instantaneously before his gaze darkened drastically.

Following the man's intense gaze, Genevieve realized that the strap to her robe had unknowingly loosened, revealing the low V-neck satin nightdress inside.

Not only was the dress short in length, but its satin fabric perfectly outlined her curves.

Genevieve did not deem it an issue to be dressed like this usually since there was only Rosa in the house.