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?”

time ago, a man came here to 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 would have a lifetime

friar wanted donation money from her or that Armand had bought

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

overwhelmed with emotion, and she began tearing

doting on her. Never had she suffered, nor had she ever imagined meeting a man who would love her so much when

may be misunderstandings between you, you two truly love one another. You're

the tears that were flowing uncontrollably with her fingers, and she could

the old friar was

and understand feelings.” The old friar 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 could kneel in front of

something to do, so he left after a short chat

looked down at the rosary beads on her wrist. She could picture Armand kneeling before the church altar and praying sincerely with blistered fingers as he carved symbols

long from the time we met until we got together.

into the church, straightened her back, and bowed her head, praying sincerely

directions and followed him to a