My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 381

We Are Divorced Genevieve lowered her eyes and remained silent. “Genevieve, I’m selfish and revengeful,” Jack said softly. “Since you promised to marry me, I won’t let you go. You can only belong to me.” Genevieve closed her eyes and waited for her emotions to calm down. She grabbed his sweater and said fiercely, “Jack, remember what I said in the café that day. If you say or do anything, I will make you pay for it!”

“Don’t worry.” Jack smiled. “I always keep my word, especially to my wife.” Genevieve frowned, released her hand, and leaned back into the seat. “Genevieve”—Jack put his arm on the seat—”let’s have a wedding at St. Weiss Church in February next year, okay?” “Do what you want!” “Thank you.” Jack smiled brightly and gently as he fastened her seat belt. “Let’s go to Paragon Restaurant. The smoked duck there is pretty good.” Genevieve wanted to put her bag in the back seat, but Jack took it and placed it on his lap.

before rolling up the window. “Let’s go,” she said to the driver in Granatanolan. The reporters could not

he grew up. Jack was now a member of the Helt family, and the godson of Foster, the largest

Dartan, where she used to live. It’s in

driver and bodyguard from the time the latter was about twenty years of age. In the past twenty years, Steven had seen how much Armand had