My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 458

A Handful Genevieve told Shirley that moderation was key tomastering the violin and warned that she would not be able to lift the violin bow the following day if she did not set the violin aside for the night. It was only then that Shirley set the violin down reluctantly. She took her father’s hand, and they descended the stairs together. Genevieve turned down Jan’s invitation to dine with them. Instead of forcing the matter, he walked her out the door while thanking her profusely. “Thank you so much, Ms. Rachford. I was right in my decision to hire you. Such a major change has come over the child just from being in your company for a day. She’s been ignoring me for the past few days since the housekeeper touched the dolls in her room. You can’t imagine how happy I was to hear her greet me today.”

view of the pair standing outside the mansion. On Thursday morning, Genevieve headed to the airport first thing. It was about nine at night in Dartan at that moment. Genevieve headed to the VIP lounge after checking in and found a seat next to the window to video call the

fit to be my elder sister even if you were born first! You are so short. I wouldn’t want that!” “You’re not fit to be my elder brother either!” As the siblings began to squabble again, Amanda threw the phone aside and hit her brother. “If you pull my hair, I’m going to thrash your room!” she yelled amidst tears. Back then, Genevieve could still stop the fight whenever the children got into it. But as their fights grew more vicious the older they got, she did not dare intervene like she used to. She felt an awful headache coming as her children quarreled. I wasn’t as naughty as this

a white shirt with black trousers. Even upon boarding the plane, he was still engaged in a conversation about work on the phone. Genevieve smiled upon recognizing him. Who else could it be but my man with such good taste? She waited for him to finish his conversation before gazing at him with her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her hand. “Why didn’t you take your private jet, Mr. Faulkner?” she asked with interest. Armand narrowed