My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Genevieve was about to speak, but she suddenly felt that if she said it out loud, she would be dcomed.

Besides, back then, it was Zander who had confessed his feelings unilaterally, and she hadn't even responded to him.

"It's nothing much," Genevieve said casually, "just some old stories from the past."

Seeing her seemingly unconcerned demeanor, Armand's jealousy subsided quite a bit.

The two of them followed Zander to the small courtyard on the left side of the holiday resort, where the hot springs and card room were located.

This holiday resort offers a diverse experience, combining accommodation and entertainment all in one place.

In addition to hotel-style rooms, the holiday resort also features several secluded courtyards, each with a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

These courtyards are designed for family vacationers, offering a full range of amenities.

Of course, the prices are relatively higher as well.

Armand and his friends stayed in the best courtyard, where they could have barbecues and throw parties at night without being disturbed.

Inside the card room filled with the scent of sea salt, five or six men and women sat around a round table.

Some were playing cards, while others were watching the game.

Upon entering, Zander called out, "Guess who I brought with me!"

school in Jadeborough, where the tuition fees were astonishingly high, with a maximum novelebook.comof thirty students

has equally outstanding academic performance, and they all

each other, so everyone gets along well without any scheming

lack of pretentiousness, has always

Zander bring Genevieve, everyone stopped playing cards and greeted her with smiles, "Genevieve, how do you maintain yourself?

of a shrine maiden, blessed with eternal

Genevieve joked.

classmates,

her eyebrows slightly raised, showing great

from appearing in the public eye when he first took office, Armand has since been

government leaders are, so not many people are aware of

working in the government who were familiar with Armand, so

were both six years old, their

remember back in tenth grade, Zander used to handwrite love letters

fortunate enough to read one of those letters, and

winked at that person,

classmate was completely oblivious and said, "No way, have you all forgotten? Back then, we even

the

classmates grumbled: "Who the hell doesn't know that? But her husband is here, wouldn't it be awkward to

wasn't bothered at all, and he asked his old classmate with great interest, "What kind of love letter with

flirting skills," the old classmate said as he took a