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!"

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

equally outstanding academic performance, and they all come

business dealings with each other, so everyone gets

good looks and lack of pretentiousness, has always been well-liked among her

with smiles, "Genevieve, how

of a

Genevieve joked.

group of old classmates,

them, her

first took office,

not particularly concerned about who the government leaders are, so not many people

classmates, some had parents working in the government who were familiar with Armand, so their tone

that Genevieve and Armand's children were both six years

and said reminiscently, "I remember back in tenth grade, Zander used to handwrite love letters with roses for Genevieve

enough to read one of those letters, and man, it was so touching that even I was

winked at that person, signaling him to

oblivious and said, "No way, have you

that the good-looking pair didn’t end

know that? But her husband is here, wouldn't it be

he asked his old classmate with great interest, "What

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