My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 1014

The man struggled a few times before finally unlocking his phone tremblingly after getting another hard kick from Armand.

While Armand was fiddling with the phone, Genevieve leaned over for a look, only to be greeted by the sight of a ton of photos taken surreptitiously in the gallery. Most of them were upskirt photos, very much repulsive and infuriating.

Armand scrolled to the upskirt photo of Genevieve that the man had snapped on the train just now. Only when he had ascertained that the man had deleted it permanently did he hand the phone to the security personnel.

“Let's just take a car in the future.’’ Genevieve touched the hem of her skirt, goosebumps rising all over her at the recollection of the incident earlier.

I'm afraid I wouldn't dare wear skirts anymore if I were to bump into such perverts a few more times.

“He'll be detained for at least a month and have a criminal record. You'll be fine with me here.’’Armand led her toward the turnstile by the hand to exit the station.

Enveloped in the sense of security he gave her, Genevieve felt a wealth of warmth suffusing her.

Suddenly halting in her tracks, she beckoned for him to lean down. She whispered into his ear, “You looked incredibly handsome when you beat someone up, Sir!”

that, she pulled down her mask and pecked him

lifted a hand and caressed

many luxurious stores had new summer collections for sale. She wanted to buy them all, but she was afraid Armand didn't have

ahead and shop. There's at least fifty million in here.” Armand

Genevieve didn't bother standing at the ceremony

her to the night market. Delicious stalls lined the roads one after another, and the smell of smoke was

bites, she found something even more delectable, so she gave

and picked up a bean sprout

expression was solemn. The tiny bean sprout on his head rendered him rather

him remain still and tapped open her camera, snapping several photos of him. “You're so cute, Sir! Consider this bean sprout hairpin a

helplessly. With a bean sprout hairpin on his head, he

o'clock, Steven came

Genevieve approaching hand in hand.

were so bad for him when she was

Faulkner.” Steven opened

turned and looked at Armand. Stroking the back of her head, Armand explained with a smile, “Steven is my driver, and I've told him about my feelings for