My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 1065

“Miss,” the old friar called out.

Genevieve turned around to face the benevolent-looking old friar. “I didn't bring any cash, and I couldn't find a place to withdraw some when I looked around,” she said hesitantly.

She wanted to give some donation money, but she had to swipe Armand's card or scan a code for payment as there was no cash in her wallet.

The old friar smiled gently as his gaze fell on her wrist. “I recognize this string of rosary beads.”

It was a gift from Armand to cover the scar on Genevieve's wrist. Since he did not allow her to take it off, she even wore it in the shower.

He had told her that he made the bracelet of rosary beads himself.

However, after hearing what the old friar said, Genevieve felt that Armand was somewhat dishonest. “My boyfriend gave me this string of rosary beads. Did he buy it at your church?”

pray. He knelt in front of the church altar for a long time, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand and murmuring a prayer as he carved some symbols onto the beads. He was already kneeling there when I came to get something in the morning, but when I came back as it was getting dark in the evening, he was still there. He didn't move from that spot for several hours. I noticed that his fingers were covered in blisters from carving the symbols. He said that he had never believed in religion since childhood, but he hoped that his lover

from her or that Armand had bought the rosary beads

day that day kneeling before the church altar and carving religious symbols onto the rosary beads while praying that she would be

reason, she was overwhelmed with emotion, and

parents who loved her and Cooper doting on her. Never had she suffered, nor had she ever imagined meeting a man who would love her so

truly love one another. You're an essential part of each other's lives no matter

tears that were flowing uncontrollably with her fingers, and she could not

was like an otherworldly, immaculate

“You two are the rare kind who love each other so deeply. It was also the first time I'd met a non-believer who could kneel in front

so he left after a short chat with

on her wrist. She could picture Armand kneeling before the church altar and praying sincerely with blistered fingers as he carved

long from the time we met until we got together.

church, straightened her back, and bowed her head, praying

asked a passing young friar for directions and followed him to a side chapel, which was the place to donate money or large amounts of