My Husband Is A Gary Stu

of coffee in his hand, he exuded a cold temperament around him. Mandy stood there and waited for a long time. Ten minutes later, she started sweating profusely. Left with no choice, she mustered up her courage and said, “Mdm. Marilyn says she has something to tell you. Please go upstairs and—” “All right,” Armand replied emotionlessly, putting his cup of coffee on the table. Meanwhile, Genevieve held Harriet’s arm while walking in the garden. The pale, silver moonlight shone on the stone pavements, illuminating the path. As they walked, they could hear the faint rhythmic chirping of insects that sounded from a distance away. Harriet glanced at the moon as she started slowing down her pace. “Vivi, I have an old story to share with you. Do you want to listen to it?” It seemed like Genevieve had predicted what she wanted to say. Her gaze darkened in an instant. “Grandma, if you want to share it with me, I’ll listen to you,” she replied softly. Then, they walked toward the bench beside the pavement and sat on it together. Harriet told her a story about a pair of lovers who fell in love but were accidentally separated. Fourteen years ago, Armand met the second daughter of the Wood family, Marilyn, in a hospital. He fell in love with her at first sight. Marilyn was quite famous in the music industry during that period. Hence, many young, wealthy men tried to pursue her even though she was still a minor. Both Marilyn’s and Armand’s families were equally prominent and influential. Moreover, Armand