My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 162 Am I Not Eating Two Pills

Genevieve held back the urge to throw the phone to Armand’s face as she typed: You forced me! It’s up

to you whether you want to eat the medicine or not. You’re the one who has gastric pain! Putting the

medicine on the bedside table, she took her nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After

her bath, Genevieve blew dry her hair in the bathroom, assuming Armand had already taken the

medicine.

However, when she came out of the bathroom and glanced at the bedside table, she noticed the

medicine was still there. Not even one was missing. Meanwhile, Armand leaned against the other side of

the bed, holding the finance book that she took with her when she went on business trips. Argh! This

man! Taking a deep breath, she took two pills from the box and walked past the end of the bed, heading

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in Armand’s direction. Biting the medicine in her mouth, Genevieve bent over and kissed Armand. Letting

out a soft chuckle, Armand threw the book away and wrapped an arm around the woman’s waist, pulling

her toward him from the bedside. Then, he put the other hand on the back of her head and tightened his

hold around her. Genevieve did not close her eyes, so she saw Armand’s eyes right in front of her face.

His gaze did not look passionate, but it was as deep as an endless hole and seemed to have some kind

of emotion. Widening her eyes, Genevieve stared at Armand. She opened her mouth slightly, letting

Armand do whatever he wanted.

The small pill had shattered into powder in her mouth with their kisses. Genevieve tasted a faint

sweetness, and she could even hear a soft gulping sound because the bedroom was quiet. The sound

was a tad too lustful to hear, and a touch of light pink spread from her cheeks to her ears. Genevieve

placed her hands on Armand’s chest, trying to push him away. Armand retreated and breathed close to

the corner of her mouth. “Am I not eating two pills?” Then, he picked up the small pill that fell on the bed,

and he aggressively but gently put them into Genevieve’s mouth, kissing her again.

It took ten minutes for Armand to eat the two small pills. When he finally let go of his hand, Genevieve’s

legs went wobbly, and she almost fell into his chest. Her blown-dry hair was also a mess. She vented her

rage by hitting Armand with the pillow for a while. Then, she placed the other pillows on the bed, leaving

only a space for Armand to turn his body. Genevieve typed:

This side of the pillows is my territory. I will kill you if you dare to cross the border. Armand looked at

Genevieve’s slightly swollen lips for two seconds before releasing a chuckle. “Well, everything will be fine

if you don’t come to my side after you fell asleep.” Genevieve shot him a glare and replied: If I really do

that, I’ll consider myself a pig! After Armand read the words on the memo, she turned off the phone and

threw it under the pillow. Then, she switched off the wall lamp and hugged the cat plushie.

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This plushie is so soft. It must be stuffed with cotton. The cat plushie should not have a scent, but

Genevieve smelled a faint wooden scent on it. It seemed to get the scent from Armand, and she felt calm

smelling it. She was relaxed and fell asleep after a short while. Genevieve dreamed of the first time when

Armand brought her to the Faulkner residence to visit Harriet. After that, Harriet’s daughter, Samantha,

came back and sat at the dining table to have a meal with them. Samantha would raise her eyebrows

when she talked with Genevieve.

Soon, the scene changed. Genevieve was having a meal in a restaurant, and there was a gentle young

man sitting opposite her. The man took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth. While talking with

her, he would look at her with a frown. The two faces were so shockingly similar. It was as if it was from a

horror movie. Frightened, Genevieve instantly jolted awake. Looking at the starry night through the glass

dome, she panted heavily. Armand was a light sleeper. The second he heard the woman’s heavy pants,

he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. “Genevieve?” His voice was deep. “Did you have

a nightmare?”

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