My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 233 Do Not Look

Steven frowned, feeling worried. “The subsidiary company in Norham is managed by Ms. Samantha.

Even the clients there are in her control. She also knows about all our clients here at Central Group and

all the top secret collaborations. She’ll definitely give them to Peter—”

“Yes. You don’t have to worry about that. Just do what you normally do.” Armand looked calm.

He did not seem concerned about anything Steven said.

Handing a document to Steven, he said, “Contact everyone in here. Tell them to take out some time as

I’d like to treat them to a meal.”

“Okay.”

When Steven exited his office, Armand pulled out his phone and made a call.

Around six o’clock in the evening, Armand returned to Regality Gardens.

After changing into his slippers, he entered the house and saw Genevieve sitting on the couch, looking

as if she was reading a book.

Occasionally, she would pick a grape from the plate and pop it into her mouth.

She was clad in a casual cotton dress, and both her feet were on the couch. Since the dress’ length was

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only until her calves, her smooth, fair calves were revealed when she curled her legs.

Her smooth, tiny, and fair toes would sometimes move slightly, which was a cute sight.

When Armand saw the scene before him, he recalled the days when he lived in Swallow Garden. She

would also place her legs the same way when she played games in the living room, looking like a child.

That was her first time revealing her true character in front of him. She had argued and even flirted with

him.

Armand cast his gaze over to the counter in the kitchen. When he saw the housekeeper busy working

with her head lowered, he finally relaxed his eyebrows.

He loosened his tie while walking to the living room. “Genevieve, didn’t I tell you to not sit like that?”

Genevieve lifted her head to glance at Armand, looking as if she had no intentions of putting down her

feet. “There’s only the both of us at home. Do I not have the right to choose whatever sitting position I

want?”

“There’s still a housekeeper,” Armand said flatly. “Besides, it’s improper to sit like that.”

“Don’t look if it’s improper.” Genevieve rolled her eyes at him and slouched back against the couch. “I like

sitting like this, too. It’s improper as well, right? Then don’t look.”

When both of them returned to the house yesterday, she had only exchanged a few sentences with him

in an indifferent tone.

Today, however, she was acting like a spoilt child.

Armand was momentarily stunned. For some reason, his mood improved, and he went over to wrap his

arm around her waist.

It was slender and soft, as if there were no bones in her.

He could hug her with just one arm.

A smile twinkled in his eyes as he pulled her into his embrace. “What are you reading?”

She had paid the saloon a visit to get her hair washed. Her long, dark hair was as smooth and shiny as a

piece of satin. At the same time, there was a faint fragrance emanating from her tresses.

“The book you gave me last time. I’m about eight pages away from finishing it.” Genevieve opened the

book again and pointed at the topmost section, frowning. “I’ve been reading this for almost half a day, but

I just can’t understand it. Why didn’t you write the explanation by the side?”

Armand glanced at the book and snickered. “If you’ve digested the front part of the book, then how do

you not understand this section? I bet you didn’t read it properly.”

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“I read the front parts carefully. Don’t simply accuse me.” Genevieve pouted. “It’s just that this part is too

difficult. Besides, I’m not a professional. If I could understand it at a glance, then I shouldn’t be here. I

should be at some research center.”

Armand smiled again and took the book from her. He then explained the content in detail, simplifying it to

the point where even a child could understand it. Genevieve understood his words at once.

Meanwhile, the housekeeper had finished preparing dinner. “Mr. Faulkner, Mrs. Faulkner, it’s time for

dinner.”

Armand always gave her the chills as she felt like she were an invader trespassing on his territory.

Thus, she did not remain in the living room in case she got in the way. Instead, she returned to her room.

There were three dishes and a soup for dinner. The soup was a refreshing chicken soup that tasted

sweet. Moreover, it was not greasy since the housekeeper had cleaned the chicken thoroughly.

It was so delicious that Genevieve had two servings at one go.

Full from the soup, she only ate some vegetables without touching her plate of pasta.

Crossing her legs beneath the table, Genevieve placed an arm on the dining table and stared at Armand,

who was still eating. “Cooper caught the person who threatened Maria’s son and his family. His name is

Cormack Oswald, Samantha’s driver.”

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