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!"

Jadeborough, where the tuition fees were astonishingly high, with

equally outstanding academic performance,

business dealings with each other, so everyone gets along well without any

lack of pretentiousness, has always been well-liked

stopped playing cards and greeted her with smiles, "Genevieve,

the reincarnation of a shrine maiden, blessed with eternal

Genevieve joked.

group of old classmates, Genevieve didn't forget the

her

eye when he first took office, Armand has since been busy with work and rarely

general public is not particularly concerned about who the government leaders are, so not many people are aware

some had parents working in the government who were familiar with Armand,

were both

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

fortunate enough to read one of those letters, and

that person,

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

that the good-looking pair didn’t end up

that? But her husband

he asked his old classmate with great interest, "What kind of

I remember Zander's impressive flirting skills," the old classmate said as he took