My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 26

Chapter 26 Come Upstairs “Armand, you’re so mean! Your wife made that soup herself.” Patrick had mingled with Genevieve for a few days and got along well with her, so they were almost best friends at this point. Thus, Patrick took a huge gulp of the soup as a gesture of his support for Genevieve. His facial expression then became contorted. “Since you like it so much, you can finish it.” As if he did not notice Patrick grimacing, Armand added, “You’re welcome.” “Is it that bad?” Genevieve muttered with dissatisfaction. Hence, she took a sip of the soup as well and almost died from the peculiar taste. Patrick remained courteous; he bit the bullet and swallowed the mouthful of soup. “Mrs. Faulkner, you should leave the cooking to the housekeeper. Cooking doesn’t seem to suit you, so you shouldn’t enter the kitchen anymore.” Genevieve did not dare to take action against Armand, so she decided to bully Patrick instead. “Are you treating me with disdain while drinking the soup I cooked? Finish this whole pot of mushroom soup tonight. Otherwise, I’ll take it as you’re looking down on me!” With hopelessness written all over his face, Patrick turned to look at his brother, saying, “Steven, end me now!” “End yourself,” replied Steven without a shred of concern. The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became lively. There was even a hint of a smile on the face of Armand, who was usually frosty and distant. Soon, Armand finished his dinner.

When he pushed away the chair to go upstairs, he uttered to Genevieve, “Come and look for me in the master bedroom later.” What? Genevieve was stunned. She had only ever entered the master bedroom that belonged to him that one time. After that, he

stayed in the master bedroom while she resided in the guest room. Why is he asking me to go to his room during his visit here this time? “Mrs. Faulkner, you should hurry up and eat, then go upstairs. Mr. Faulkner might need you,” commented Steven. Genevieve remained silent. She did not know whether what Steven was implying was the same as what she was thinking. Regardless, after dinner, she went up to the second floor. When she discovered that the door of the master bedroom was slightly ajar, she became even more nervous. Genevieve pushed open the door and entered. The room was filled with warm yellow light, yet Armand was nowhere to be found. However, the light in the bathroom was turned on, and there was the sound of water flowing inside. A shirt and pants were strewn in front of the bathroom door as well. Although he said that he’s not interested in my body, I guess men have their needs at times too… While walking toward the bathroom, Genevieve kept consoling herself. It’s not like I’ve never slept with this man before. Moreover, I’ve already shown my naked self to him last time. There’s nothing to be shy about! After taking a deep breath, Genevieve entered the misty bathroom and saw Armand lying in the bathtub. His muscular body was on full display for her, and his long legs were spread wide open in the water. Such a bold scene caused her face to flush beet red. Armand heard the door creak open. His eyes were cold and stern as he looked at Genevieve, inquiring, “Why did you come in?” Weren’t you the one who told me to come upstairs? After a moment of speechlessness, Genevieve quickly walked over, picked up the showerhead hanging on the wall, and knelt beside the bathtub. “I’ll help you wash your hair.” The man did not reject her offer. He lay in the bathtub with his eyes shut. Genevieve had been the pampered young miss of the Rachford family for twenty-three years. It had

always been the housekeeper serving her, so she never served others. Now, she had to help Armand. The woman clumsily took the showerhead and wetted his hair, then squeezed some shampoo onto his head. Due to her blunder, she almost massaged the shampoo into his eyes. In the bright, luxurious bathroom, only the sound of their shallow breathing could be heard. Armand lives the life of a king! To have someone serve him like this… Does this mean that I’ll need to be the proactive one as well in bed later? Out of the blue, the man asked, “What did you study?” “Do you mean my specialization? I did Simultaneous Interpretation.” Genevieve pursed her lips and answered, “I went to study in Dartan in Year Twelve. I’m fluent in six foreign languages, and I obtained a Ph.D.” If Specter Corporation needed to send someone for overseas negotiation, she would be their representative. “Mrs. Faulkner, it looks like you’re not entirely useless. You actually have some presentable skills,” said Armand with a chuckle. Genevieve fell silent. She could not tell whether he was praising or mocking her. The woman was somewhat befuddled. When she turned on the showerhead and aimed the water at his scalp to rinse the shampoo off, the icy water flowed into his eyes along with the shampoo foam. She frantically turned off the showerhead. “I’m so sorry!” Genevieve hurriedly wiped the foam away from the man’s eyes while apologizing. Nevertheless, her lips were curved slightly upward, which revealed her true feelings. Armand could see the tiny change in her expression within a single glance. He stretched out his arm and pulled her into the bathtub unexpectedly. Landing on his chest, Genevieve was now completely soaked. “Mrs. Faulkner, it seems that you’re having fun, aren’t you?” Armand pinched her chin and lowered his head, and his breath fell on the woman’s cheek. “Not at all,” denied Genevieve, who tried her best to retreat backward. However, his aura totallyRêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

enveloped her, causing her heart to beat wildly. “I really didn’t do it on purpose just now.” “Does that mean you’re intentionally playing hard-to-get with me?”