My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 1013

It was a busy day for Genevieve having just transferred to a new office, but she settled down easily thanks to

Armand's help.

“Darling, could you pour me a cup of coffee?” the man asked while still buried in work.

“Sure.” Given how he had helped her so much today, Genevieve figured it was only right for her to return the

gesture, so she brewed him some coffee.

Armand felt much more energized as soon as he caught a whiff of the aroma.

“Do you want to grab some barbecue tonight? We can go check out the night market,” he proposed just as

Genevieve turned around and was about to return to her seat.

“Really?” The woman stared at him dubiously. “You'll actually let me eat that sort of junk food?”

She hadn't forgotten the look on his face when he found out about her ordering herself fried chicken while

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hospitalized.

That scowl of his was just terrifying.

“It's fine if you don't eat too much of it,” Armand replied before pausing briefly. “But if you don't want to go, it's

fine.”

“Ido! Ido!”

Evening came, and the two walked out of the building only after most employees had left. Armand had the driver

drop them off at a street before hopping off with Genevieve.

To their right was a row of merchants, one of which was a florist full of bouquets both inside and outside the store.

As Armand dragged Genevieve inside, the storekeeper retrieved a bouquet of green lisianthus from below the

counter.

“Take it,” the man said to Genevieve.

The woman took the bouquet from the florist, and the light fragrance of the flowers wafted into her nostrils.

She shot Armand a glance. “You actually buy women flowers?”

“You're the only one I've given flowers to.” Knowing how she would never let him present her flowers at work, he

could only have the florist leave the bouquet here.

Armand extended an arm toward her. “Let's go, Ms. Rachford. I'll take you on a ride worth hundreds of billions,” he

offered tenderly.

Aware of what he meant, Genevieve burst into laughter.

She placed her hand in his as the two walked to the subway.

They were heading to a well-known night market with many other popular destinations on the same subway line.

People were getting off work at this time, so the subway was rather packed.

Given his tall stature, Armand stood out among the crowd.

He let Genevieve wear a face mask before they entered the train. It wasn't long before more people hopped on,

and he shielded Genevieve with one hand while holding onto the flowers with the other.

As the train began moving, the woman lost her balance, and she bumped against Armand's chest. There was

nothing for her to hold on to. The train was well-ventilated, but she could still smell the sweat on those next to her.

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However, Armand had a faint woody scent on him and smelled especially good.

Considering how he was hers, and that they had kissed so many times, the woman figured she could just wrap her

arms around his waist.

Armand lowered his head to brush his lips against her ear. “Do you want to eat right away, or shall we go shopping

first?”

“All the things I like are expensive. You wouldn't be able to afford them.” Genevieve recalled how little her pay was

this month and guessed that Armand wasn't doing any better.

The man laughed. “I got someone to help me trade some stocks, so yes, I can still pay for your things.”

“Let's go shopping, then.” It had been a while since she had last bought some new clothes.

Genevieve felt comfortable rubbing her face against his broad chest as she hugged his lean waist.

Suddenly, Armand's gaze darkened as he sent someone flying with a sturdy kick.

With a loud cry, the person being kicked lost his footing and fell among a crowd of passengers.

Just as he got back up and tried to squeeze his way out, Armand grabbed him by the wrist. “Where do you think

you're going?”

The train arrived at the next stop at that very moment, and the doors opened.

Armand dragged the man who was screaming out with him, gaining the attention of onlookers and even security.

“Unlock your phone,” he demanded frostily.

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