My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 183 That Is A Given

Genevieve took out the sheet music she composed yesterday afternoon and tried playing it with the violin.

She could imagine how the music was in her head while composing the piece but was unable to listen to it directly. At that moment, as she played, the upbeat tune produced by the luxurious violin sounded like a feast for the ears.

Genevieve had attempted to write a few songs since she learned violin at a young age, but all of the pieces were awful.

This time, however, perhaps because she was in a good mood or maybe she had poured her emotions into composing the piece, the tune was highly remarkable. She had unknowingly immersed herself in that indulging experience as she listened to the piece.

Unfortunately, only the first half of the song was great.

The tune for the piece’s second half did not sound right to her.

amended the sheet music on her notebook. Then, she

sounds wonderful.” Maria brought a plate of fruits to the living

to play in the Rachford residence previously. In my opinion, this piece you performed earlier was better than

not deem that piece a complete song because she was not satisfied with the second half

determined to bring

it to Genevieve. “Have some fruits and take a break. You can continue working on it

placed her violin aside and switched on her phone while eating the fruits. Only then did she see the message Armand sent her over an hour ago that read: Mm. This mushroom soup is

to sit next to her.

sleep last night,

she was with Cooper completely differed from those she felt when being with

had experienced something similar. Even her grandchildren were already a few

Armand.” Maria thought for a few seconds before continuing, “You grew up with Cooper, and none of the other boys around you were more outstanding than him, so you admired and adored him. But that loving feeling is similar to how you feel toward your parents. You think of Cooper as your family, assuming he could take care of you. However, things are different in Mr. Armand’s case. You are willing to cook for him and like to cling to him, acting coyly