My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1003

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Chapter 1003

Genevieve pursed her lips at Armand's reply and typed: No! A colleague saw my lunch, and I was worried she would ask for an address if I told her I ordered delivery, so I just said it came from my boyfriend. If I'd known she was such a gossip, I would've told her my brother sent me to lunch.

Armand: Good thing you didn't. Anyway, everything's done. Hand over your work in the next couple of days before you move to the office upstairs.

Genevieve: That's fast.

They had just finished their examination in the morning, and the results were out after lunch.

Armand replied: All thanks to our talented Mrs. Faulkner.

Genevieve arched her brows as she read his message, clearly flattered by his praise. However, something in his text soon niggled at her mind.

She asked: We're just dating. I feel like an old, married woman when you call me Mrs. Faulkner.

She arrived at the restroom and kept her phone.

about to push open the door when she saw a sign at

and

time of the month, and the first day of the cycle always exhausted her, likely because of blood loss. She typically spent the

restroom upstairs, Genevieve

was waiting for her. Should I call you Darling, then? Or I

was grudgingly impressed by

was about to reply to his message when another text came in: I had masala chai delivered to your

Damn that masala chai!

vomiting. Just as she was keeping her phone, she suddenly slipped and fell down

glass at the end of the stairwell, and Genevieve rammed right into it.

dress that day, and a glass shard pierced her

winced and gasped in

restroom and came upon a bleeding Genevieve sitting in a pool of glass shards. The cleaning lady shrieked in surprise

the institution head's secretary. On his way back to the office, he

immediately pushed his way through the

with tiny cuts. Her left calf, however, was bleeding profusely after being sliced by a

disorder, Armand quickly scooped her into his arms and

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