My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 227 Bitterness

“That uncle of mine acts as though he’s worried that I won’t find out what he’s up to.” Armand smirked

and lit another cigarette.

The white smoke made it difficult to read the expression in his eyes.

The silence in the living room lasted for a while. Coldy, he piped up, “Do whatever my uncle wants and

spread the news. Let everyone in Xedells know what happened.”

Steven looked at him in surprise. He was about to say something when he heard Armand say, “The

doctor said that Genevieve was pregnant with twins. Their bodies were already formed.”

Armand looked down as he spoke. The crimson red blood between Genevieve’s legs came to his mind.

He shivered involuntarily and dropped the cigarette onto the coffee table.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray. His voice was hoarse

when he said, “Steven, I will be thirty-three in a few months. This is the first time I have kids, but I lost

them within the ten minutes I learned of their existence. I have to do something for them.”

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If it hadn’t been for the Faulkner family and if he had never made that promise to Samuel and said that

he wouldn’t hurt Marilyn or the baby she was pregnant with, he would have already killed Marilyn.

Steven saw the murderous rage hidden in Armand’s eyes and knew how heavy the burden on his

shoulders was.

“Understood. I will take care of it.”

It didn’t take long before the doorbell rang again. It was from the receptionist.

As the delivery man couldn’t enter and deliver their food, the receptionist had to deliver everything in

person.

Steven placed the food on the table and left with the receptionist since he was done talking to Armand.

Armand went into the bedroom. He had wanted to wake Genevieve up to get her to have lunch. But

when he saw her curl up on the bed and sleeping soundly with a frown on her face, he reached out and

caressed her face.

As if she could sense him in her dreams, her relaxed body tensed up as she gripped the blanket.

Armand felt terrible when he saw how pale she was. In the end, he did not wake her up and left the room

after closing the door.

After a long time, Genevieve opened her eyes. They were cold and forbidding.

That afternoon, Armand didn’t go to his office but stayed in his study. When he was exhausted from

work, he looked up and saw that the sky had turned dark.

Ah… I’ve been working for so long… He massaged the bridge of his nose.

He finished working on the task at hand before leaving the study, only to see that the lights were still on

in the living room.

Genevieve was huddled on the couch and had a blanket over her. In front of her was a tablet on the

coffee table playing a movie, and she was nibbling some raisins.

Armand walked to her and sat beside her. “Why didn’t you go to the home theatre to watch the movie?”

His sudden emergence made her stiffen a little.

Genevieve worked hard to force herself to relax. She shoved some more raisins into her mouth and said,

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“I’m watching a horror movie. It’s better to watch it like this, lest I scare myself senseless if I watch it in

the home theatre.”

Armand chuckled when he saw how she was scared yet interested in the story.

“This raisin tastes pretty good,” commented Genevieve while munching them. She grabbed some and

placed them by his lips. “Want some?”

A faint smile played on her lips, and her eyes were clear.

Armand looked at her and felt that she was faking everything she did. She hated his touch, but she was

working hard to suppress her distaste.

All that was left to the eyes that used to shine with the most beautiful light was a forced smile and fake

warmth.

Armand felt a bitterness in his heart that threatened to fill up every fiber of his being.

He lowered his head to eat the raisins in her hand. His lips could tell how stiff her fingers were.

They weren’t just stiff, either. They were also icy.

“Yeah, it’s sweet,” replied Armand even though he could barely taste anything at all.

He held her in his arms and tried to ignore the stiffness of her body. He massaged her ear a little and

asked, “What would you like to have for dinner?”

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