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.

at Swallow Garden long before Genevieve’s marriage to Armand was formalized and had also waited on

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

night before, Steven had called to inform her to come over to Regality

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 met the latter

to the housekeeper’s attention that Genevieve was the only woman Armand had kept close to him

when he left this morning that I thought I’d be done for had I awoken Mrs.

many bagels to begin with, Genevieve got through them

over to the beauty salon, Dagna. Don’t prepare lunch for me, as I may not be back

work her

faded from Genevieve’s lips somewhat

a thought struck her. Then she pulled out her phone to send a message

to the beauty salon, Mr. Faulkner, and might only be back in

to her after he was done. That

time, she got a response in less than

treatment.

a massage and