My Husband Is a Gary Stu

After showering, Genevieve went to the garden to enjoy the breeze, ignoring Armand because she was still angry at the latter.

Noting that, Armand made her a portion of ice cream using the ice cream maker in the mansion. Nonetheless, she merely accepted it and continued ignoring him.

Armand lowered his voice and crooned, “Okay, I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

Genevieve scooped a spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth, snapping, “You're not wrong. It's my fault. I shouldn't have talked to you when I saw you at the farmhouse.”

Armand sat beside Genevieve and leaned over to kiss the corner of her lips. However, Genevieve avoided him, looking disgusted. “Don't you kiss me with that mouth of yours. Hmph!”

Armand knew she was still mad at him. Thus, he said nothing, only brushing her hair with his fingers and tying it up using a hair tie.

Genevieve had calmed down a lot by the time she was almost done with her ice cream. “Take me to meet them when we get back.”

Lowering his head, Armand asked, “Who?”

Genevieve's expression turned stony when she heard Armand pretending to not understand her words. “Who? You don't want me to meet them because you're afraid I'd feel uncomfortable, right? Well, surprise, surprise. I'm not a petty person.”

The truth was, she was annoyed before she visited Dopdur Church. However, her heart softened when she found out the depths of Armand's love for her.

Unable to finish the ice cream, Genevieve fed it to him while saying, “I heard it's a painful process to give birth to children. I'm lucky those two are already older. Besides, they're cute, too!”

Armand was stunned, but he quickly understood what Genevieve was talking about and the reason for her anger.

Amused, he brushed Genevieve's hair and lowered his gaze to glance at her. “Did you think I had those children with another woman?”

His question puzzled Genevieve, and she asked, “Isn't that the case? Men can't get pregnant anyway, unless—”

“Shh. You better stop right there,” Armand cut her off, knowing where Genevieve was going.

Genevieve eyed him and bit her lip before saying, “Though I didn't give birth to them, I won't mistreat them, nor will I separate the three of you, so you can stop meeting them in secret. But don't live together yet. Give me some time to adapt.”

Armand could not help but chuckle at her words.

Throwing him a glare, Genevieve scolded, “What are you laughing at? You always laugh when I'm being serious with you. Are my words that funny?”

“No. I just think that you're cute.” Armand cradled her cheek and kissed her passionately.

Her mouth tasted like green tea, which made it even more irresistible for Armand.

Genevieve was already used to him stealing kisses all the time. Hence, she would not be bothered even if her colleagues suddenly returned and caught them in the act.

After all, she would not be the only one feeling embarrassed.