My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 126 Mourn Your Dead Love
Armand had only ever touched Genevieve a few times.
There was one time they were interrupted by Steven at the most crucial part as he knocked on the door in Swallow Garden, and another was at Lovely Heart Hotel.
Genevieve was under the influence of the medication then. The two were not exactly making love, and he was more of a tool.
However, Armand could feel her skin’s warmth and tenderness this time, which was fragrant and smooth like butter.
She smelt like milk and was not overly sweet.
After a while, the sky outside the window had turned dark, and it started raining heavily. The raindrops pattered on the window.
Under the dim lights of the room, the large soft bed was a mess. The air conditioner was running, but the air had a stickiness to it.
Genevieve was slightly curled up and lying on Armand’s side. Her hair was damp from the sweat and a few strands stuck to her face. She appeared to be exhausted with her eyes half-open.
After a few seconds, Genevieve suddenly got up and straddled Armand, both hands supporting herself with his head in between them.

Her jet black hair fell onto Armand’s bare chest, causing him to feel itchy.
He looked up at her, and his eyes darkened, asking, “You’re not tired?”
Armand had not forgotten how she cried and scolded his entire family a while back.
“I’m tired, but I have a few questions to ask you.” Her voice was a little raspy, and she gulped before continuing, “You dated Marilyn for thirteen years?”
Armand frowned slightly and replied, “Why are you asking this?”
“This is not some secret, so why can’t I ask?” Genevieve retorted. She lowered her head and pressed, “Hurry up and tell me. Yes or no?”
Armand toyed with a strand of her hair with his fingers and responded, “Yeah. Thirteen years.”
“That’s a long time.” Genevieve sighed and asked, “In that case, have you slept together?”
“No. We may have been together for a long time, but we seldom met.” Armand’s voice was deep as he said, “I’m often running in between Xedells and overseas. After that, I came to Jadeborough.”
Genevieve expressed her disbelief and remarked, “I heard from Grandma that you always made it on time to Marilyn’s performances when she was overseas. But you didn’t lay a hand on her?”
“Every time I met her, I only stayed for a short while. Perhaps after two hours, I would already be on the plane back to Xedells.” Armand paused, “Why are you so insistent on knowing about this?”
“I’m helping you mourn your dead love.” Genevieve tilted her head sideways, exposing her fair neck, and said, “How about I perform a song that can help you move on next time?”
Her long hair brushed against his chest when she moved. It felt prickly and numb.
She had no clothes on, and her skin was dazzlingly fair under the light.
Armand lowered his head, his breath became heavy, and he brushed against her fair skin. He grabbed her arm, and they exchanged positions.
“What are you doing!” Genevieve kicked him and fumed, “I have to go to work tomorrow!”
“I’m giving consent for you to skip work.”