My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 409 Why Are You In My Room When Genevieve woke up, she didn’t even know what time it was. She sat up in bed and saw Armand sitting in the chair next to the bed. He seemed to be working on his phone. Hearing the rustling sound, Armand lifted his head. “Why are you in my room?” Genevieve asked in confusion. The hotel rooms looked almost the same, so she assumed Armand was in her room the moment she woke up. Armand gave her the once-over and confirmed she was in high spirits before revealing, “You drank the liquid ecstasy which Jack gave you last night. You’re in my room now.”

Genevieve didn’t remember what happened after she finished the drink. Thus, Armand’s words caused her to go stiff. “What do you mean? What is liquid ecstasy?” “It’s a type of club drug that makes you do anything that others tell you to do,” Armand explained solemnly. Genevieve’s face turned dark as she gripped the covers. She recalled how Jack had refused to leave after installing the Christmas decoration in her room. No wonder he arranged for a food delivery late at night. I was a fool to trust him. I knew he was shameless enough to do anything but didn’t put my guard up. “Genevieve, can you open your eyes wide when you pick a partner? Are you seriously going to marry someone like him?” Armand jeered.

children, she pulled the covers away and hopped off the bed. Before she could run out in her nightgown, Armand caught her and demanded crossly, “Where are you going?” “It’s urgent. Let me go!” Genevieve shoved him away forcefully. Genevieve spotted her phone on the bedside table. She ran over to get it and grabbed her jacket on the bed before dashing out. As she left in a hurry without even changing her clothes, Armand thought she was worried about Jack. Scowling, he remained in his room instead of going after her. Outside the hotel, Genevieve called Jane and asked for her help. Afraid that Armand or Jack would

to the obstetrics and gynecology department. After learning from Genevieve that she had taken liquid ecstasy without realizing it, the doctor told her to get a urine test and a blood test. When the results came back, the doctor told her, “Everything looks all right. Your blood sugar is a little low, so it might affect the fetus’ growth. Remember

observant, Genevieve was afraid she would misspeak. “Thanks for helping me early in the morning.” “It’s fine. I’m used to waking up early,” Jane responded. As Genevieve didn’t answer her question, she stopped asking questions. Glancing at Genevieve’s flat tummy from her peripheral vision, Jane mused to herself, Jack’s