My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 229 Do Not Go For Treatment

Genevieve came out of the master bedroom less than half an hour after Armand left.

She had changed into a short-sleeved white crewneck shirt and a pair of jeans that accentuated her shapely legginess. Her hair was bunched up with both hands before it was secured with a hairband.

With her brows perked up and a sprightliness about her, she was in a much livelier mood today compared to yesterday.

Unable to react quickly enough, the housekeeper was not able to avoid bumping into Genevieve. At first stunned, she then quickly bowed her head. “Good morning, Mrs. Faulkner.”

“Mm, good morning to you as well.” After she had done up her ponytail, Genevieve went over to the dining room, pulled out a chair, and settled herself down chirpily. “What do we have for breakfast?”

“We have your favorites, oat milk and soy milk, and also some bagels.”

“In that case, I’d like to have the oat milk, please.”

That was met by the housekeeper’s vocal affirmation. Dagna went on to busy herself at the kitchen island and returned with a glass of oat milk and a plate of bagels, which she placed on the dining table. In return, Genevieve offered a word of thanks before she pulled up the feed on her phone to read while she tucked in.

Taking a rag with her to clean up the dining room, Dagna stole a quiet glance at Genevieve as she passed.

Swallow Garden long before Genevieve’s marriage to Armand was formalized and had also waited on Genevieve for some time while she was there prior to Genevieve’s relocation to

housekeeper from Swallow Garden had been dismissed by Steven, with only three of

to inform her to come over to Regality Gardens to

was cause for no small furor, and that particular housekeeper was also privy to the news. However, she could not help but feel that Genevieve had no reason whatsoever to kill Harriet when she

the only

serious when he left this morning

not that many bagels to

the bedroom again and reemerged with a bag in hand. “I’m going over to the beauty salon, Dagna. Don’t

Dagna nodded and continued to work her vacuum cleaner

from Genevieve’s lips

ground floor, a thought struck her. Then

salon, Mr. Faulkner, and might

done. That might be

she got a response

treatment. You are not

That’s why I’ll only be asking for a massage and to have my hair washed. I won’t