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!"

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

class, everyone has equally outstanding academic performance, and they

some of their parents have business dealings with each other, so everyone gets along

looks and lack of pretentiousness,

with smiles, "Genevieve, how do you maintain yourself? You still

the reincarnation of a shrine maiden, blessed with

Genevieve joked.

of old classmates,

them, her eyebrows slightly raised, showing great

public eye when he first took office, Armand has since

government leaders

government who were familiar with Armand, so their tone became somewhat more

learning that Genevieve and Armand's children were both six years old, their old classmates were

glanced at Zander and said reminiscently, "I remember back in tenth grade, Zander

letters, and man, it was so touching that even

at that person,

way, have you all forgotten? Back then, we even discussed

that the good-looking pair didn’t end up

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

and he asked his old classmate with great interest, "What kind of love letter with roses

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