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?”

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 would have a lifetime of peace.” The old friar's gaze fell on her wrist again. “I blessed this string of beads for him, and it's also unique, so I have a deep impression

had assumed that the old friar wanted donation money from her

church altar and carving religious symbols onto the rosary beads while praying that she would

with emotion, and

wealthy family with her 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

to Genevieve, “Even if there may be misunderstandings between you, you two truly love one another. You're an essential part of each other's

with her fingers, and she could not

her, the old friar was

smiled gently. “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

friar still had something to do, so he left after a short

kneeling before the church altar and praying sincerely with blistered fingers as he carved symbols onto

from the time we met until we got together. But why

straightened her back, and bowed her head, praying sincerely with her hands clasped in front of

directions and followed him to a side chapel, which was the place to donate money or large amounts of candles to