My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 811

Cooper knew how tired Genevieve had been from searching for Armand since his disappearance. She pursued every clue so relentlessly that her anxiety caused her insomnia.

As she had been injected with Curb.emotion, Genevieve had no feelings of romance toward Armand. Even his faked death did not affect her at all. Even so, he had gone too far this time.

Even if he had matters to attend to, he should not have kept me worrying.

Cooper handed Genevieve a piece of tissue. As he was about to say something, she wiped her tears and said coldly, “Forget it. It's not worth being sad over a scoundrel like him. I am rich and beautiful. Why should I get hung up on an old man who is almost forty years old?”

Cooper was amused. He did not know if he should feel sorry for Armand for being cast so quickly aside.

The children's birthday party drew to a close at eleven that night.

Harry gazed mournfully at Genevieve upon noticing the darkness outside the window. “Jesse went to Baykeep, Genevieve. There's no one at home, and it's still raining outside. Can I spend the night here?”

Amanda tried to

not feel good about sending him away on a rainy day at the thought of all Harry had done that night for her sake and

objection. “You can't. This is Daddy's house. No guests have ever lived here aside from Mommy. Even Mr. Sullivan moved out when my parents lived together. If guests could stay, Mr. Sullivan wouldn't

petulantly as his eyelashes quivered. “I won't be able to hail a taxi in this rain anyway. I want to spend some more time with Amanda and tell her a bedtime

upon receiving her brother's hard gaze, she pouted her lips and

and called Cooper, who had just left. “Harry says he can't hail a taxi, Uncle Cooper. Send him to the hotel, will

Lucian flashed Harry a grin. “My uncle is waiting in the car outside. He said he will treat you to a deluxe

you should get going.” Genevieve heaved a secret sigh

door,

the usually reticent Lucian to be so chatty and meddlesome

of spending the night fell apart, he

and hand it to her mother. “This is a gift from Mr. Valentine

pursed her lips at the unpleasant memory