My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 492 I Will Win This Round Armand retracted his hand forcibly before turning to Timothy. “I think my arm’s fine, so can I discharge from the hospital today?” While the man was talking to Timothy, Genevieve’s hands glided across the board. Timothy put the food jars on the table at the side before shrugging. “If you really don’t want to stay in the hospital, you can go back after eating. It’s not as if I want to deliver food to you every day.” Furthermore, Timothy had been going to the hospital much more frequently after Armand was admitted. As a result, he did not have time to spend with his wife. “Help me settle the discharge procedures then. I’ll be going to the office after this meal,” Armand said to him.

“All right, that’s enough,” Genevieve interrupted. She then urged, “Mando, it’s your turn now. Once we’re done with this round, we’ll eat.” “Enjoy your game. I’m not going to disturb you further.” Timothy waved and left. When Armand’s gaze returned to the board, a hint of confusion flashed past his eyes. Nevertheless, he soon made his next move. Genevieve forced the excitement in her chest down by clearing her throat. She then continued to make her next move solemnly. As she wished, she won the round. “Haha! I told you so. I told you I was going to win the round.” Genevieve raised her brows at the man, beaming. “Yes. You’re impressive, Ms. Rachford,” said the man sincerely. Genevieve nodded at the compliment before standing up to open the food jars and taking out the food. The two of them then sat down and had lunch together. After lunch, Genevieve kept away the food jars and left the ward first. Armand thought that she had gone back, so he did not pay attention to it. At half-past one in the afternoon, Steven came, and Armand left the hospital with him. A lot of work had accumulated over the days, so he had to head to the office to deal with them. When Armand led Steven out of the inpatient department, he noticed a black Rolls-Royce Phantom by the entrance. The car figure was sleek, and the car looked humble but pleasant.

the inpatient department, she raised the car keys in her hand and shook them. Then, with a smile, she said, “Mando, didn’t I crash your car the other time? Here’s a new one for you.” “It’s fine,” Armand muttered indifferently. “The car has already been fixed, and you’ve already paid for that.” “Even if it’s fixed, it’s still