My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 305 Where Have Your Confidence Gone

Genevieve spent more than an hour bathing Armand. In the end, she was not only exhausted but had

drenched her clothes too.

Therefore, she also took a bath and changed into clean a set of clean clothes.

After that, Armand lay on the bed while Genevieve massaged his legs gently.

Her hands felt soothing as they massaged his legs. The massage removed all the soreness Armand

felt before, leaving him with a tingling sensation on his skin. “Darling, can you massage a little higher.”

“You should be thankful that I massage your legs. Don’t make any more demands.” Genevieve

grumbled, but she still massaged upwards.

Armand sighed contentedly.

Although it was barely audible, his voice sounded like a moan to Genevieve, leaving her with a tingling

sensation in her ear.

Then, she noticed something as she looked up and parted Armand’s thighs forcefully.

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Genevieve was furious and indignant about what she saw. “You… Why do you have a reaction!”

“I still have feelings in my legs.” Armand’s voice sounded hoarse. “Your massage feels nice, so my

body reacts naturally…”

“Shameless!” Genevieve took a bolster and slammed it against his body before leaving the bedroom.

Armand lay helpless on the bed.

After resting for a day, Genevieve devoted herself to work.

She took some time to have breakfast with Armand in the morning but would work late until past ten

o’clock before she could come home. Meanwhile, Armand remained at home and spent five to six

hours in the gym daily, doing exercises.

Sometimes, Genevieve would return from work earlier and go to the gym to call Armand to have dinner.

She noticed he could walk slowly but stably by supporting himself on the railing.

He no longer looked strained whenever he took a step.

During dinner with Armand, Genevieve would tell him about the matters in his company. Sometimes,

she would also consult him about them.

Unlike Cooper, Armand would explain everything clearly while giving her room to think.

Therefore, Genevieve thoroughly understood what she did not know before.

Apart from that, Genevieve and Armand stayed in separate rooms. One lived in the main bedroom,

while the other took the guestroom. They had meals together and would sometimes chat. Although

they were not close, they were not distant either.

Their days went on this way for more than half a month.

One day, Genevieve gave the secretarial department a half day off as it was a festive day. She went

shopping with Johanna and returned home around four o’clock.

When she opened the door, she instantly heard a young woman’s coquettish gasp. “I’m sorry, Mr.

Faulkner. My hand slipped. Let me help you take off this shirt and put on a clean one…”

After confirming that it was not her imagination, Genevieve rushed into the house without stopping to

change out of her high heels.

She looked in from the pantry room door and saw a young woman in a purple polka dot long dress with

her back facing Genevieve. The young woman was so close to Armand that she was about to sit on

Armand’s lap. She was trying to take off his wet short-sleeved shirt forcefully.

Genevieve’s expression darkened, and she shouted at the young woman. “What are you doing?”

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The young woman was so shocked by Genevieve’s voice that she nearly fell from Armand.

She turned around immediately and saw Genevieve rushing to her in her high heels. Genevieve looked

so intimidating with her cold glare that the young woman shivered with fear.

Hearing Genevieve’s voice, Armand, who had raised his hands, slowly put them on the arms of the

wheelchair.

“I’m asking you. What are you doing?” Genevieve came over and stood before the young woman. “I

heard you speaking just now. Why are you mute now?”

The young woman shuddered and said nervously, “ Mr. Faulkner’s shirt is wet. I… I wanted to help him

change it-”

Genevieve slapped the young woman before she could finish speaking and scolded, “There is nothing

wrong with his hands. How can he not hold a cup properly? If I had arrived a little later, would you have

taken off his shirt and sat on his lap?”

The young held her swollen cheek and mumbled, “No, that’s not true. Mrs. Faulkner, you have wrongly

accused me…”

At this moment, Dagna, the housekeeper returned after going out to buy something.

The housekeeper walked in and saw Genevieve in the pantry. “Mrs. Faulkner, you’re back from work

early today.”

Genevieve pointed at the young woman and asked Dagna, “Who is she?”

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