My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 Help His Wife

Soon, the server came with the apple and eight darts.

Armand calmly instructed, “There’s still a slip of paper left in that box with the phrase ‘a big glass of wine,’ right? The person who picked that piece of paper will be the one holding the apple. The ones who chose the slip that said to take one glass of wine will be the ones who throw the darts. We will only commence the game after we choose the person who will be holding that apple.”

After saying that, he tapped on the table and said, “We’ll start with you, Darling.”

Hearing that prompted Quentin’s and a few of the director’s expressions to take a sharp change.

“Okay,” replied Genevieve. She gave the revolving tray a spin and picked out a piece of paper from the box.

The message written in it said for her to take a glass of wine.

Since no one was the target, choosing that paper didn’t get her anything.

Next, it was Xavier’s turn and he picked the piece of paper that told him to take a big glass of wine.

His face fell, but there was nothing he could do or say. Picking up his coat, he put it on and grabbed the apple on the tray before walking to the wall on the other side of the table.

After Xavier chose that piece of paper, everyone else picked out a piece of blank paper.

That remained to be the case until it was Genevieve’s turn again. She picked out a piece of paper that told her to take a glass of wine.

“Darling, try to aim well,” reminded Armand sweetly. “I just downed an enormous glass of wine, and my stomach is burning a little now. You don’t want to force me to down another drink, do you? Also, be careful, okay? It’d be bad if you take one of Mr. Wood’s eyes out.”

Xavier’s lips twitched when he heard what Armand said.

Genevieve grabbed a dart and aimed a little. She had her eye on the apple Xavier was holding when she mercilessly threw the dart out.

The tip of the dart was sharp, so it broke through Xavier’s coat and cut into the skin on his chest.

All he felt was a sharp pain in his chest, and his arm trembled in response. When he glared at Genevieve, he growled, “Ms. Rachford, the apple is so far away from me. How did you manage to get that far off?”

“Sorry,” replied Genevieve apologetically as she rested her hand on her face. “I’ve never thrown darts before.”

Armand, who was sitting in front of the table, shook his head and sighed. “I asked you to aim well, but you didn’t even come close. Now I have no choice but to down another drink.”