My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 163 You Crawled Here Yourself Genevieve subconsciously shook her head, but then she nodded when she remembered the creepy

scene.

The moonlight peeked in from the glass dome, giving her a clear view of Armand, who was on the other

side of the bed. She could see his face clearly.

Pursing her lips, Genevieve pulled the blanket higher to cover herself.

After a few seconds, she squirmed inside the blanket, slowly crawling toward Armand.

Genevieve took away a pillow in the middle of the bed and quickly crawled into Armand’s blanket. When

she hugged his strong waist with both hands, her restless heart finally calmed down.

“Hey, you crawled here yourself.” Armand chuckled lowly before pulling the blanket down, revealing

Genevieve’s head so that she would not be suffocated.

He placed his fingers into her thick hair and massaged her scalp to make her feel more relaxed.

“Let’s sleep, piglet.”

Recalling how she typed she would consider herself a pig if she went to Armand’s side, Genevieve felt

embarrassed, and she buried her head deeper into his embrace.

Perhaps Genevieve felt secure hugging Armand as a big pillow while sleeping. She slept until ten o’clock

the next morning.

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Armand had already woken up around seven o’clock in the morning. He was working in the living room.

After Genevieve finished brushing up, he had almost finished his work. Armand brought her to have a

meal in the restaurant and called the hotel’s chartered car to send them to the hospital.

The same doctor from last time gave Genevieve another CT scan for her throat. After a detailed

examination, he said, “Ms. Rachford, there’s no problem with your throat. You may stop applying the

medicine to your neck once the bruise is gone. Please eat clean during this period, and your vocal cord

might be recovered in a few days.”

Genevieve thought for a moment before typing: Can I eat desserts? What about meatballs? Then, she

showed the phone to the doctor.

“Of course you can.” The doctor nodded with a smile.

After getting the doctor’s permission, Genevieve kept her phone and raised her chin at Armand.

Looking at her smug face, Armand rubbed his temples and smiled helplessly.

After they left the hospital, Genevieve went to the dessert shop and bought some desserts. She even

asked the staff to pack her a box of cream puffs.

When they returned to the hotel, Genevieve asked Armand to go back to the room with the other

desserts while she went to the floor where Patrick lived, bringing the box of cream puffs along. Upon

reaching Patrick’s room, she knocked on the door.

In no time, Patrick opened the door, holding a carving knife in his hand. “Genev, anything the matter?”

He quickly kept the carving knife in his pocket.

Genevieve held up the box of cream puffs and shook them in front of Patrick. Then, she showed him the

phone with the text: I just came back from the checkup at the hospital and bought some desserts. Here.

These are cream puffs. You should try them.

“Oh, okay.” Patrick took the cream puffs from her. When he noticed how the woman was in a much better

mood compared to yesterday, his eyes dimmed slightly.

Genevieve wrote: Is Steven in the room?

“He went out this morning,” said Patrick. “Are you bored because Armand is busy working? How about

—”

Genevieve shook her head before he could finish his sentence.

Lowering her head, she typed on the phone. A few strands of hair fell on her face. Patrick lowered his

gaze and looked at the hair, having the urge to tuck her hair behind her ears.

Soon, Genevieve gave Patrick the phone. The latter took a glance at the phone screen, and his eyes

darkened.

“Why do you want to check Ms. Samantha?” Patrick leaned his right arm against the door frame. With a

frown, he thought for a moment. “I don’t know much about Ms. Samantha, but I heard Steven say that

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Old Mrs. Faulkner urged her to get married when Ms. Samantha was young. Old Mrs. Faulkner told Ms.

Samantha to simply choose a husband, and she would not interfere with Ms. Samantha’s marriage, but

Ms. Samantha is against marriages until now.”

Remembering the strange dream last night, Genevieve pursed her lips and typed: I want to know

something. Please help me check on it, and when you do, let me know.

“Sure.” Patrick did not ask further.

Before she left, Genevieve suddenly thought of something as she wrote: This is something I ask you to

do, and it’s a secret between us. Can you not tell Mando?

Looking at her innocent-looking eyes, Patrick nodded. “I will not tell him if you don’t want to let him

know.”

The woman replied: Thank you. I will ask Maria to cook pork ribs for you when we’re back in

Jadeborough. Waving the phone at him, Genevieve turned around and left.

After seeing Genevieve enter the elevator, Patrick closed the room door.

He held up the cream puff box and noticed a cartoon drawn on the box. Besides, Genevieve even drew

emotions on the cream puffs, making them look cute and energetic.

Patrick could not help but lower his head and kissed the cream puff box.

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