My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 1078

Genevieve laughed and curiously asked her, “Why a duck and not something else?”

“That's because the principal keeps chickens and ducks,” Amanda muttered. “I've seen the ducks at the principal's

place, and they're so white and cute. I want one.”

After a moment, the girl added, “It's fine if you and Daddy aren't free. It'll be the same if Mr. Sullivan comes with us

instead.”

“If a duck is what you want, a duck is what you'll get. I'll always have time for you.” Genevieve then turned to

Armand and said, “Mister Busy, will you be free on Wednesday?”

Armand smiled, a soft look in his eyes. “I'll always be free wherever you want to go.”

“Yay!” Amanda cheered.

When Asel, who was drinking milk, saw Amanda cheering with her arms raised, she lifted her small hand and waved

too. Both girls were beaming.

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A wave of melancholy washed over Armand when he saw how happy Asel was.

Even after he used all the resources he had, he could only find out that someone had taken Johanna away—he

could not find out who had taken her and to where.

He could see how Timothy was growing more and more frustrated with each passing day, but there was nothing he

could do but try harder to look for Johanna.

Genevieve registered the man's expressions without a word.

After tucking the two girls in, Genevieve went to shower and change into nightwear. Then, she circled around the

corridor before finally finding Armand smoking in the study.

She walked over to him and sat down on his lap when he spread his arms. “I haven't smoked before. Can I try it?”

“This isn't anything good,” Armand said.

“Yet you're smoking it.” Genevieve frowned and pulled his cigarette-holding hand toward herself. “I just want to

experience how it is to breathe out the smoke.”

A laugh escaped Armand at that. He was sure that she would make a fuss if he denied her the chance to try it out.

Thus, he held the cigarette to her lips and gently guided her. “Hold the cigarette between your lips and take in a

breath. Then, inhale deeply so that you can bring that breath into your lungs.”

Genevieve lowered her head and leaned over to close her lips around the tip of the cigarette. She failed on her first

try, so she did it again and breathed in the smoke.

Alas, she choked on it. Her throat burned, and she kept coughing.

Armand took the glass on the table and fed her two sips before leaning over to lick the water droplets off the

corner of her lips. “I did tell you not to try, but you insisted. Now, you're feeling bad, aren't you?”

Genevieve was a little angry at the way he was hanging his head and chuckling. Therefore, she bit him hard and

pierced the skin by the corner of his lips.

Exasperated, Armand said, “I have a meeting outstation tomorrow.”

“Go on. It's not like I'm going to stop you from going.” Genevieve was feeling much better after her revenge.

As she circled her arms around the man's neck, she leaned into his arms. “I noticed that you were feeling upset in

the bedroom earlier. What happened?”

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“It's nothing,” Armand muttered as he kissed the edge of Genevieve's ear.

Only when he breathed in her faint rose scent and felt the warmth of her body did Armand feel like he really had

her there with him.

He sighed. “I realized that I wasn't omnipotent and that there are many things I can't deal with.”

Things like how Genevieve has a rare blood type and how I can't find someone with the same blood type as her. I'm

terrified that someday, something will happen to her, and she'll leave me all alone in this world. Another would be

how I still can't find Johanna despite how long it has been since she was kidnapped.

Thinking that her words the other day had affected him, Genevieve quickly said, “What I said was just a passing

thought. It's hard to thrive in the political world. Don't give yourself too much stress. As long as you're still

breathing, we can burn bright like phoenixes again. Moreover, your kids are still young. If we can't survive in the

system, we'll quit our jobs. My brother is more than capable of providing for us.”

Finding Genevieve's response adorable, Armand chuckled and gently kissed her.

The man's breath tickled her lips, and his soft voice traveled into her ears. “Darling, I love you.”

“Do you?” The world spun around Genevieve as he kissed her, and she muttered, “Your hand is reaching into my

bathrobe. You obviously love my body instead. What a dishonest man you are.”

Armand laughed quietly. “I love you entirely.”

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