My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“As expected of a businessman's daughter. You've got quite the silver tongue.” Eurydice smiled and took the card.

“Ms. Gaudette, I could say the same for you. You're exactly what I imagine a daughter of a high-ranking official would be.” Genevieve had won the previous round, and after rearranging her cards, she threw one out. “You're well-versed in diplomatic speech with how your words always beat around the bush.”

Eurydice had a more classical look—softly arched brows and an oval-shaped face that exuded gentleness.

Still, Genevieve's words did not infuriate the other, for a small smile remained on Eurydice's face. “Ms. Rachford, can I ask something personal?”

“Go ahead,” Genevieve answered.

After studying Genevieve's face for a while, Eurydice asked, “Which part of you do you think made Mr. Faulkner fall for you? Was it your looks, or was it your conversational skills?”

“I don't know.” Genevieve shrugged. “But I know he certainly isn't interested in you.”

As Genevieve watched Eurydice's smile stiffen, she threw another card out. “Even friends won't pay back the money for a gift right away. You spent time to get someone to buy desserts for my boyfriend, but he paid you back for it on the spot. He's drawing such a clear line between you and him that I doubt he even thinks of you as a friend.”

Then, Genevieve added, “The dessert was not bad. Each and every piece of it was fed to me by my boyfriend.”

Without much expression, Eurydice pushed away the cards in front of her. She had won Genevieve in the card game, but she had lost miserably in their battle of words.

For that meal, Genevieve had dragged Armand to the mall to buy heels earlier that day.

Hence, she was not used to the new heels. When she found her foot hurting from the tightness of the shoes, she hunched over to take them off while the cards were being shuffled.

Eurydice glanced at her and said, “Ms. Rachford, don't force yourself to wear heels if they're not a match for your feet. Otherwise, you'll only suffer, and eventually, those uncomfortable heels will be tossed aside.”

Genevieve knew, without a doubt, Eurydice was talking about Genevieve's relationship with Armand using the heels as an example.

Armand was in the political world, and Genevieve's family was in the corporate world. No matter how rich she was, she would not be able to help Armand out, for they came from different worlds.

“I'm picky, and I never buy heels that don't fit me.” Genevieve stood up and flashed a smile at Eurydice. “New heels have to be worn a few days or for a distance before they become comfortable.”

Eurydice snorted softly and said nothing else.

However, her silence irked Genevieve. “It's already late. I guess the men downstairs are done with their conversation. Ms. Gaudette, why don't we play a game before we wrap this up?”

Eurydice stared at her and asked in her usual serene voice, “What game?”