My Husband Is A Gary Stu

ry Stu

Chapter 992

“No, but I can tell from the look on your face,” replied Armand as he put the box of candy back in his pocket.

When they reached the underground parking lot, Armand dug his car keys out and unlocked the car.

Genevieve thought that she should get a cab home instead, but when Armand opened the door and looked at her, she entered the car without a second thought.

She moved with so much ease that it was as though she had done it a million times.

When Armand got into the car, he leaned toward the passenger seat and helped Genevieve strap on her safety belt.

Genevieve saw his head of hair right in front of her. It looked so perfect that she was tempted to run her fingers through his hair and mess it up.

“There's no need for that. I can do it myself,” said Genevieve. She grabbed the buckle from Armand and put her safety belt on. Her tone was even, but her heartbeat was not.

Armand returned to his seat and put on his safety belt.

The rain had stopped by then.

with Genevieve. “What would you

a while since I—” said Genevieve before she

stopping herself short. The look on her face made it clear that she was wondering why she even answered that question in the first place. She looked so adorable that he

is my wife

at me?” demanded Genevieve. She glared at him and had anger written all over her

chuckled because I thought you were cute,” answered Armand sincerely. “If I wasn't driving, I would

that she should call the police and sue him for harassment, but

window. The light in the car was on, and the sky

she realized something important. I don't think I told him where I live. Wait, then

crazy thoughts and theories kept running wildly through her mind. She was going to

since you came,” greeted a waitress in her uniform when she saw them entering

turned her attention to Genevieve after that and

was just doing her job when she complimented her, but that “Mrs. Faulkner” bit seemed a little over the line. The former was going to tell the latter that she was still single when Armand suddenly asked for a private room and

the room, Armand took off his coat and draped it over the

the place after

had been set by then and had a dark grey tablecloth on it. A plate of fruit and nuts was sitting there, along with a pot of

coffee in the air and knew that it was high-quality beans.

the room was opened again, two servers showed up with a portable barbecue grill and the