My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 228 Like A Douse Of Cold Water

Popping yet another couple of raisins into her mouth, Genevieve said, “When I was chatting with Cooper just now, he asked me what I wanted to eat and said that he’d order some takeout. I reckon it should arrive in a bit.”

Armand’s eyes narrowed when he heard that and appeared to be a little displeased.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“That must be the delivery.” Genevieve was about to set herself upright when she felt Armand’s hand on her shoulder. He motioned for her to remain seated and went to get the door himself.

Standing outside was the same receptionist who had brought up their takeout at noon.

The receptionist had both her hands full on either side of her. When she saw Armand at the door, she immediately presented the things she had to him. “I believe these must be yours, Mr—”

“I did not order these,” Armand cut her off curtly. “Just get rid of them.”

Stumped, the receptionist had no time at all to react as the door shut in her face.

Fishing out the delivery note from her own pocket, she reviewed the address several times and was quite positive that she did not get it wrong.

left her quite

the living room once more, Armand pulled Genevieve into his arms again, and while he did that, he made a call to Golden Restaurant to inquire about the menu for the day. He also took the time to follow up with Genevieve to see

the takeout Cooper had ordered either and only conveyed her desire for a couple of dishes and desserts that

of them then resumed watching the movie wordlessly. While they seemed extremely intimate huddled together the way they were, they were as emotionally disengaged as strangers

Golden Restaurant arrived, it was already

was almost upon its climatic finish. Not wanting to miss out on the action, Genevieve brought the tablet into the dining room and watched while she ate. As a result, she got so spooked by a terrifying scene that caught her off-guard that she fumbled the cake she did not hold

though the movie is going

the dining table, he retrieved some napkins to help Genevieve clean the cake off her clothes, some of which had landed close to the collar of the casual wear

skin is of an even more buttery consistency than that dollop of

to his proximity, Armand was able to pick up on the scent of that icing, as well as the subtle fragrance that lingered upon her

saw that there were also some traces of cream left on the corner of Genevieve’s lips. Finding that

kind, Genevieve simply sat stiffly where she

of her back, he attempted to pull her even closer to deepen that kiss, only to find the soft hips

was akin to being brought back to his senses with a douse of cold water from above, and a

hit the showers. The housekeeper will come by tomorrow to get the dining table cleared up in the morning,” he

table before she strolled off