My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 224 Rejecting His Touch

Being grabbed by the wrist, Genevieve had no choice but to stop smashing her violin.

“This is a birthday gift from my father, but he’s no longer here. Keeping it will just remind me of his

demise, so I might as well destroy it,” replied Genevieve calmly as she used her other hand to part her

hair.

“Then why did you buy it from Cooper?” Armand’s grip on her tightened a bit more.

“I wanted to give you a surprise, so I brought it back. But I no longer need it anymore.” Genevieve gave a

small smile. Her gaze shone with neither sorrow nor glee.

Armand thought he heard an implicit message from the second half of her sentence. His heart ached. It

had never burned with anxiety and fear of that intensity before.

He felt as though something he had been holding tightly in his hand was about to slip out of his fingers.

He tightened his grip once more when he sensed that Genevieve was trying to break free of his grip. He

grabbed the violin from her and said, “Don’t smash it anymore, or you’re gonna hurt yourself. I’ll take

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care of it for you.”

Seeing that the violin had been broken beyond repair, she didn’t argue with him. “Then thank you, Mr.

Faulkner.”

Genevieve turned around and walked out of the bathroom after he let her go.

Right then, she felt a sharp pain coming from her stomach. Her entire body swayed, and she almost fell.

Genevieve quickly supported herself by the sink, but the pain was so intense that she crouched down

right away.

When Armand heard Genevieve gasping for air, he looked back and saw her on the ground. She was

trembling a little and looked deathly pale.

He quickly put the violin on the sink and bent down to carry her.

Knowing that she did not like the hospitals, he placed her on the bed before calling Timothy.

“Genevieve’s stomach is aching, and she’s sweating a lot. Come quick!”

“It’s probably due to her miscarriage.” Timothy didn’t need to examine her to know what her symptoms

were. “I gave Genevieve some medicine when she left the hospital. Have her swallow two pills, then

massage her stomach until the ache subsides. Don’t let her take baths this month and eat anything cold.”

Armand thought about the blood between Genevieve’s legs and felt a heavy weight on his heart.

Hanging up, he went to the living room and grabbed Genevieve’s purse. He got a bottle of white pills

from it, poured a glass of warm water, and returned to the bedroom.

When he helped Genevieve up and let her lean on his chest, he realized her entire body was stiff and

her shoulders were tense.

“Relax, Genevieve,” Armand cooed. He assumed that she only stiffened because she was in pain, so he

put the pill by her lips.

Genevieve took the medicine obediently, then drank some water from the glass in his hand and

swallowed the pills.

After putting the glass on the nightstand, Armand put his hand on her stomach and realized that her

entire being was still stiff then.

At that moment, he learned that she wasn’t nervous or in pain; she was rejecting his touch.

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Armand felt a lump in his throat. It was terrible because he couldn’t seem to get rid of it.

He used his hand to massage her stomach, but she was still sweating even after he had done it for quite

some time. Hence, he took her shirt off to stroke her tummy with his warm palm.

About thirty minutes later, Genevieve’s tensed body finally relaxed and her forehead had stopped

sweating.

“Feeling better now?” Armand asked.

“Mm.”

Armand secretly sighed a breath of relief. He was about to retract his hand when his finger accidentally

felt a bump.

He placed Genevieve’s head on the pillow and looked down and saw the tattoo on her skin. The black

dragon remained, but the letters beside it were gone.

All that was left were a few ugly and scary dark red scars that were the size of a thumb.

He stared at the scars that practically formed a straight line. Genevieve’s skin was so sensitive that even

the slightest pinch would hurt her and leave a mark. He couldn’t even imagine how much pain she must

have endured back then.

He felt as though a knife had sliced through his chest, and it hurt so much that he was going numb.

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