My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 312 I Am Looking Forward To Attending Your Wedding

Everyone had their eyes glued to Genevieve, holding their breath in anticipation of the retort that was to come.

Irked by Xavier’s mockery, Genevieve almost choked on the fruit juice.

Within seconds, she regained her composure and flashed Xavier a faint smile. “Mr. Faulkner, please mind your words. My husband and I have gotten through many blissful moments after marrying each other long ago. Besides, I’m convinced he’ll regain consciousness sooner or later. Not to mention, I’m still young and will wait patiently for him to wake up. But Mr. Wood, I can’t help feeling pity for you…”

After a pause, she mocked, “You are in a relationship with Ms. Jane from the Faulkner family, aren’t you? I heard she’s suffering from rare heart disease and has to avoid going to crowded places. If I’m not mistaken, she can’t have mood swings. Am I right? I bet you must be having a hard time catering to her as though you are handling an extra fragile crystal.”

Catching a glimpse of the sheer grimness on Xavier’s face, Genevieve advised gently, “Mr. Wood, Ms. Jane is young, pretty, and vulnerable. So you must take great care of her, okay? I’m looking forward to attending your wedding ceremony.”

Arching her brows, she queried wittingly again, “Oh, by the way, I happen to know a foreign doctor that has expertise in treating heart disease. Do you need me to introduce him to you?”

In response, Xavier placed his wineglass down heavily on the dining table and hissed grimly, “No need.”

“Okay.” Genevieve shrugged and flashed a smile.

and added ambiguously, “Mr. Wood, if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to contact me. After all, we’re considered closely acquainted since my husband

Xavier felt his temples throbbing. D*mn it!

time to continue chatting after this.” Martin tried to pacify the situation by switching the topic with a bright smile. “Ms. Rachford, the seafood soup in this restaurant is highly

Genevieve smiled placidly. “Sure!”

afterward, Martin lifted his wineglass to clink

piped up, “Ms. Rachford, everyone here is drinking wine. So how can you be the only one taking fruit juice? Seems like you’re looking down

only lady here. It’s no big deal if she doesn’t feel like drinking wine. Don’t make a fuss over a few glasses of wine, okay? I’ll drink on

that? You sound as if I’m putting Ms. Rachford in a tight spot. Not to mention, you even volunteered to drink

other directors chuckled ambiguously with repulsive smiles at

Martin was suddenly at a loss on what

lifted the wine bottle and poured herself a glass. “Mr. Turner has a point. It’s just a few

gastric pain since she reached the resort earlier. But if I try to explain that, all these men will surely mock me for giving excuses. Well, it’s only a few glasses of wine. There shouldn’t be an issue if I take proper rest after

second thought, she downed three glasses

Hader, are you happy with that?” Genevieve questioned Quentin Hader, the director who pointed out that she should drink wine with them. She then stood up with the wine bottle and poured him