My Husband Is A Gary Stu

y Stu

Chapter 989

Armand grabbed a new outfit from the closet and tossed it to Cooper. The latter took off his wet clothes and asked,

“What are you going to do now?”

Armand had already told him the situation with Genevieve.

Cooper genuinely thought that peace would return after Silas and his son died. Who would've thought that Zephyr

would have something up his sleeves and manage to slip away? I didn't expect Genevieve to be in such a bad

mental state, either.

“The important thing is that she's safe,” murmured Armand as he walked to the window. The sky had turned dark

by then, but it was clear that the rain was pouring.

“My lack of consideration led to this,” continued Armand. He massaged his head and sighed. “I should've had

Rebecca stop her that day and told her my plan...”

Genevieve wasn't like Zephyr.

She might be Silas' biological daughter, but she took after her mother, both in terms of personality and

appearance. Genevieve was born kind.

Charice was Armand's biological mother, and Harry had, in essence, forced Genevieve to kill her lover's mother. It

was only natural that she would be burdened with guilt. Her mental health further deteriorated when she thought

she lost Amanda.

Cooper buttoned himself up and calmly replied, “You shouldn't blame yourself for this. If anything had gone wrong

with your plan, Genev would've been fine, but Amanda would've been in trouble.”

That lunatic Harry is capable of anything.

Armand stood in front of the window for quite some time. It was not until he regained his composure that he said, “I

didn't really get to court her in the past, so there is a silver lining here. I have all the time in the world to court her

now.”

“You may have the time, but what about the kids? Do they know what's going on?” asked Cooper while smiling

wryly.

Armand murmured an affirmative reply. “The kids are geniuses and know what they should do. Besides, school

starts in less than two weeks, so they won't feel bored since they have classes.”

Cooper suddenly thought of something and asked, “By the way, have you found Johanna?”

“Not yet,” answered Armand. The mere thought of it brought a deep frown to his face. “I've checked every

surveillance footage there is, but she's nowhere to be found. It's as though she has vanished into thin air.”

Cooper thought about it, then pointed out, “Even if she's mad at Timothy, it's still not like her to go missing for so

long...”

The truth was that both Armand and Cooper shared the same theory. They thought that Johanna wasn't missing

simply because she was mad at Timothy and was avoiding him. Instead, she might have been kidnapped.

However, neither man dared to share their theory because they didn't even have a clue as to who might have

abducted her.

The worst bit was that Timothy would likely go insane with worry if he ever entertained that idea.

The two of them were still discussing the matter when someone knocked on the door. Genevieve's dissatisfied voice

came soon after. “What are the two of you doing in there? Open the door.”

Only then did Armand remember that he had locked Genevieve out of the room. He made his way to the door to

unlock it.

When Genevieve entered the room, she turned her attention to Armand immediately. She looked at Cooper after

that and noticed that he had changed his clothes.

Her gaze shone with suspicion when she shifted it to Armand. “Did you...?”

Armand knew what she was hinting at and grew mad instantly. “No!”

“Then why did you chase me out of the place and asked to spend some alone time with Coop?” muttered

Genevieve. She waited until Cooper had gotten out of bed before she opened the container with dinner in it.

It turned out that the vacuum container was filled with warm mushroom soup.

Genevieve scooped some up and blew on it before placing the spoon right beside Cooper's lips. The glow in

Armand's eyes slowly turned less warm, and his tone was rather unpleasant when he spoke. “He can feed himself.

It's not as if he lost a limb or something.”

“That's true, but I enjoy feeding him,” replied Genevieve while rolling her eyes at Armand. She turned to Cooper

after that and said, “Here, Coop. Let me help you.”

Cooper grabbed the spoon from her and replied, “Actually, I'd like to give my muscles a chance to move a bit. Let

me do it myself.”

Genevieve murmured an affirmative reply.

She grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket and peeled the skin, but she would sneak a peek at Cooper every now

and then to watch him eat.

That was when she noticed something interesting. Cooper exuded a powerful aura that could dominate the entire

room when he had his glasses on. Without them, though, he looked kind and gentle and was the kind of man that

anyone would fall for.

Out of nowhere, Genevieve asked, “Coop, we've been engaged for so long. Perhaps we should start planning the

wedding.”

Cooper choked on his soup and started coughing.

Genevieve quickly grabbed some napkins and handed them to him. “I've dreamed of marrying you and giving you

children ever since I was a kid, and I truly wish to realize that dream soon.”

As Cooper wiped his lips, he snuck a peek at the man standing at the side. The latter's gaze had become even

scarier.

Exasperation filled Cooper.

What the hell? You're the one who created this mess, aren't you? I'm just a bystander, so how am I the bad guy

now?