My Husband Is a Gary Stu

In the next second, Genevieve frowned and shot daggers at Armand. “What makes you think you're my boyfriend? Did I agree to it?”

“You sat down and ate the breakfast I made. I took that to mean you approved of my cooking skills and agreed to be my girlfriend.” The man chuckled. “Oh yes. I marinated some pork loins earlier, which should be ready by noon. I'll make you baked pork chop for lunch later.”

After a slight pause, he sighed. “Oh wait, I forgot I'm still not your boyfriend. Let me get rid of all the food now.”

With that said, he pushed his chair away and stood up, ready to clear the dishes on the table.

Genevieve, who had yet to satisfy her hunger, immediately grabbed the man's wrist upon seeing his action. “Why are you so petty? I'll pay for the dishes; is that fine?”

“I'm sorry,” Armand rejected heartlessly. “Only my girlfriend gets to eat my cooking.”

“Fine, I'll agree to it!” Genevieve hastily uttered. In truth, she had already agreed to it since last night. The reason she was annoyed was that he had seen her in a nightdress just now.

We've only met a few times, after all. How can he suddenly appear at my house? Who wouldn't be surprised if they were in such a situation?

Armand sat down at the dining table.

Glancing at the hand grabbing onto him, he was intrigued by how attractive and slender it was. But at the same time, he felt his heart ache at the sight of the faint scar on the wrist.

He had asked the doctor to perform a scar removal surgery on Genevieve. However, the scar could only be reduced and not completely removed.

An indescribable pain pricked his heart, and in response, he grabbed Genevieve's wrist and planted a kiss on that scar.

Genevieve felt a slight itch as a result of his action.

Perhaps because Armand was too tender with his kiss, but she was not repulsed by it and merely retracted her hand a little instinctively.

In response, the man grabbed her tightly and stopped her from withdrawing her hand further. With his other hand, he fished out a sandalwood rosary bracelet from his pocket. The beads on it were tiny and had prayers carved on them.

Genevieve detected a light scent of sandalwood—it was like a soothing breeze, so fresh and invigorating it could leave one feeling at ease.

The bracelet twirled around Genevieve's wrist thrice, fitting her just perfectly.

“Is this a gift?” There was a tinge of disdain in Genevieve's eyes as she glanced at the rosary bracelet on her wrist. “But I prefer a bangle or an emerald bracelet.”

I have several drawers of jewelry in my walk-in closet. If I leave them there to collect dust, then what's the point in buying them in the first place?

Armand grunted a response and gently brushed the rosary with his fingers. “I polished every bead myself. The prayers on them were hand carved by me too.”

He was a free thinker.

However, if religion could protect his loved one, he would unconditionally place his faith in the gods he never believed existed.

These beads are so tiny. I wonder how this guy managed to carve prayers on them? Genevieve could not imagine it at all.

“Wear it from now on, and don't remove it,” Armand uttered. “You can wear your other pieces of jewelry on the other wrist. These beads are made with high-quality sandalwood. Smell it when you're tired as it'll also make you feel relaxed.”

Genevieve could attest to that since the light sandalwood scent had calmed her down earlier even when she did not bring the bracelet close to her nose.

Without hesitation, she accepted the gift.

“Since I gave you a gift, shouldn't you also give me something in return?” Armand asked.