My Husband Is a Gary Stu

As everyone made their way up slowly, Genevieve noticed that Sean had a camera hanging around his neck. He would occasionally turn it on to take pictures of the surrounding scenery.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, “Are you simply taking pictures of the scenery, or...”

“Taking pictures of the scenery,” Sean answered. “Then I'll choose a few good photos and publish a city news article later.”

Genevieve burst out laughing. “You're such a workaholic!”

“It's my love of photography coupled with occupational habit. That's all.” Sean laughed as well and put away his camera before walking up slowly next to Genevieve.

Due to their similar ages and shared interests, they soon struck up a conversation.

Genevieve pulled a bottle of mineral water from her bag, opened the cap, and drank a few sips. Suddenly, she turned to Sean and said, “I recognize your voice. You helped me at the bar that night.”

When he helped her to repair her car, she had already thought that his voice sounded familiar, but she was unable to recall it until just then.

Sean froze momentarily before realization dawned on him. “Was that you? I didn't notice.”

After a short pause, he explained to Genevieve, “I think you wore a slip dress that night and looked very pretty. But at work, you always wear a shirt and a long skirt and your hair in a bun, so...”

Genevieve merely smiled in response. She did not probe whether he truly did not notice or deliberately said so.

After all, the combination of certain events would not constitute a coincidence.

Hearing the sound of a notification bell from her earphone, Genevieve took out her phone and saw Armand's message. He asked if she had arrived at Dopdur Church and whether she had put on sunscreen.

This man didn't care much about me yesterday. He didn't even say good night to me. But now he's showing me concern again.

Genevieve was a little angry. She was going to ignore it, but her eyes flashed when she noticed the young man standing next to her.

“This scenery is quite nice, Sean. Let's take a few pictures.” As she spoke, she turned on her front camera and turned around with her back facing him.

“Sure.” Because of his height, Sean had to bend down to get into the frame.

Genevieve took a few steps back to get closer to him. She found a suitable angle, then snapped a few photos before sending them all to a certain man.

After she sent the message, she was in a great mood. She pulled out a can of coffee from her bag and threw it to Sean. “It's my treat.”

Sean caught the coffee and happened to glance at the ring on her finger when he lowered his head. “Did Mr. Faulkner give you this ring?” he asked nosily.

Genevieve hummed in response.

Sean opened the can of coffee and said with a smile, “I guess you must've quarreled with Mr. Faulkner. That's why you called me to take a photo with you.”

“We didn't quarrel,” she responded. “But some things he did made me furious, so I wanted to make him angry too.”