My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 387 

Genevieve glanced at her. “You met quite a lot of handsome men before too, no?” 

“I did, but it‘s the first time I‘ve seen someone as handsome as him. He looks like an angel descended from heaven.” 

Genevieve felt a little nauseated, so she pulled out a single cranberry from her bag and ate it. 

“Why are you eating that? You should eat more meat!” Johanna used her fork to point at her friend‘s plate. “You‘re too thin right now. If you‘re any thinner, you‘re gonna be blown away by the wind! I can order something else if you don‘t fancy having beef.” 

“My stomach hasn‘t been feeling well lately. I‘ll eat them later. You should eat yours first.” 

“Okay.” Johanna stayed silent for a while before starting again, “Didn‘t you celebrate Mr. Faulkner‘s birthday not too long ago? Why did you suddenly decide to divorce him?” 

Genevieve lowered her eyes. “My marriage with Mr. Faulkner was only meant to achieve our personal goals. Now that the Wood family has fallen, he‘s useless to me. So why stay married?” 

That makes sense. 

Johanna silently drank her juice. 

marry Jack, then? Do you like

her friend, she didn‘t think Genevieve would

say something but decided to say something else in the end. “He‘s handsome, rich, and he likes

and handsome too...”

friend‘s eyes. “Is it because you want to be loved by someone,

friend‘s speculation. That was

nice to Genev. He intentionally went to Baykeep to

There was also that time when he hurriedly rushed to the mine when he heard that she got into an accident. Yet, I‘ve never heard him say he loved her before. I guess that explains why she wanted

grill the meat and said, “Mr. Valentine is pretty good. I notice that there‘s a gentle look in his eyes every time he looks at you. It‘s like you‘re the only person he can ever see. Who doesn‘t like to

“Ninety times? Are you crazy or am I

possible if you put your heart into it!” Johanna grinned mischievously. “You

rolled her eyes.

appetite became better. She picked up a fork and began eating the

wrapped up their meals, it was already

her friend had been staying indoors for far too long,

two hours later. Upon entering the bar, he familiarly navigated to the private

entered the room, he saw Timothy playing on his phone. “Where‘s Mr. Faulkner?”