My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 315 Help His Wife

Soon, the server came with the apple and eight darts.

Armand calmly instructed, “There’s still a slip of paper left in that box with the phrase ‘a big glass of wine,’ right? The person who picked that piece of paper will be the one holding the apple. The ones who chose the slip that said to take one glass of wine will be the ones who throw the darts. We will only commence the game after we choose the person who will be holding that apple.”

After saying that, he tapped on the table and said, “We’ll start with you, Darling.”

Hearing that prompted Quentin’s and a few of the director’s expressions to take a sharp change.

“Okay,” replied Genevieve. She gave the revolving tray a spin and picked out a piece of paper from the box.

The message written in it said for her to take a glass of wine.

Since no one was the target, choosing that paper didn’t get her anything.

Next, it was Xavier’s turn and he picked the piece of paper that told him to take a big glass of wine.

His face fell, but there was nothing he could do or say. Picking up his coat, he put it on and grabbed the apple on the tray before walking to the wall on the other side of the table.

Xavier chose that piece of paper, everyone else picked out

until it was Genevieve’s turn again. She picked out a piece of

Armand sweetly. “I just downed an enormous glass of wine, and my stomach is burning a little now. You don’t want to force me to down another drink, do

when he heard what Armand

a little. She had her eye on the apple Xavier was holding

dart was sharp, so it broke through Xavier’s coat and cut into

sharp pain in his chest, and his arm trembled in response. When he glared at Genevieve, he growled, “Ms. Rachford, the apple is so far away from me. How did you manage to

replied Genevieve apologetically as she rested her hand on her

“I asked you to aim well, but

filled up his glass before downing it in

almost finished an entire bottle, but he remained alert. Even his neck

Calmly, he instructed, “Next!”

the slip of paper that wasn’t blank and ended up having to throw the dart. Their darts didn’t land as far off as Genevieve’s did, though. Although they

they downed their drinks. It got to the point where they were slouching

long before it was Genevieve’s

as a gleam of viciousness flashed across her gaze. He was holding the apple using his left hand at the time, and when the dart tore

Xavier’s face distorted from the pain, and