My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 505 I Lost After leaving Central Group Tower, Genevieve strolled along the street aimlessly. She was all drenched, looking exceedingly wretched with her black hair plastered against her cheeks. It was summer, so the weather was sultry. As such, the rain hitting her wasn’t cold. However, she was freezing all over, especially in her heart. It was as though someone buried her beating heart in the snow in sub-zero temperature. Her heart felt so icy cold that it was numb and couldn’t beat anymore. She once said that it was foolish to be loyal in matters of the heart and to fight someone for a man. However, the things Armand did later softened her heart again and again. Even after so many years, she still believed him staunchly. Alas, she finally discovered that she had regarded herself too highly. The heavy rain clouded Genevieve’s vision, making it impossible to see anything in front of her. Suddenly, someone held an umbrella over her head, shielding her from the wind and rain. A tall man stood beside her with an umbrella in his hand.

His long hair had turned into ear-length short hair, but his enthralling countenance hadn’t changed in the least. His emerald-like eyes were still as captivating. Jack gently brushed the wet hair clinging to Genevieve’s cheeks away. “Do you admit that you lost, Genev?” Genevieve closed her eyes for a moment. The moisture on her face trickled down her chin and onto the man’s hand, though one couldn’t tell whether it was tears or rain. Resigning herself to reality, she murmured, “Yeah, I lost.” Her health was poor in the first place. Coupled with the fact that she had been in the pouring rain for half an hour, she passed out in his arms no sooner after she said that. While Jack was carrying her to the hotel, she started burning with a fever. Her body grew terrifyingly scorching to the touch. Fortunately, a blond personal doctor with blue eyes had been at the ready in the hotel room. The moment Jack returned, he gave Genevieve an injection for her fever. As he bustled about, Jack stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and unlocked his phone.

Answering the call, he brought the phone to his ear. “Hello.” Before the other person had finished speaking, Jack snickered disdainfully. “Help you? Why should

our collaboration will be considered void.” Having said that, he hung up the phone. The doctor had already given Genevieve an injection for her fever and told Jack that the fever would subside in about half an hour. Jack waved a dismissive hand, signaling the doctor to leave with his things. Pulling out a chair, he sat beside the bed and scrutinized Genevieve. He could see the abnormal flush on her face

the very least, Armand grew up in the Faulkner family and enjoyed a life of privilege. What do