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.

you change your mind, don’t hesitate to contact me. After all, we’re considered closely acquainted since my husband was in a

at the woman sitting opposite him, Xavier felt his temples throbbing. D*mn it! I’ve underestimated her

this.” Martin tried to pacify the situation by switching the topic with a bright smile. “Ms. Rachford, the seafood soup in this

Genevieve smiled placidly. “Sure!”

wineglass to clink

is drinking wine. So how can you be

she doesn’t feel like drinking wine. Don’t make a

Rachford in a tight spot. Not to mention, you even volunteered to drink

the other directors chuckled ambiguously with repulsive smiles

suddenly at a loss on

glass. “Mr. Turner has a point.

she had been enduring gastric pain since she reached the resort earlier. But if I try to explain that, all these men will surely mock

she downed three

out that she should drink wine with them. She then stood up with the wine bottle and