My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458

A Handful Genevieve told Shirley that moderation was key tomastering the violin and warned that she would not be able to lift the violin bow the following day if she did not set the violin aside for the night. It was only then that Shirley set the violin down reluctantly. She took her father’s hand, and they descended the stairs together. Genevieve turned down Jan’s invitation to dine with them. Instead of forcing the matter, he walked her out the door while thanking her profusely. “Thank you so much, Ms. Rachford. I was right in my decision to hire you. Such a major change has come over the child just from being in your company for a day. She’s been ignoring me for the past few days since the housekeeper touched the dolls in her room. You can’t imagine how happy I was to hear her greet me today.”

“I understand,” Genevieve said. “I have children myself. I will be attending a pitch meeting for a film in Lightspring this Thursday, so I probably won’t be able to come over.” “You go about your business first,” Jan said at once. “Let me know if I can do anything to help.” The pair stood outside the fence as they chatted. Jan was all smiles. He even opened the car door for Genevieve. None of them noticed the figure in the sedan parked across at the junction. Using the seat to block themselves from view, the person used a video camera in their hands to have a clear view of the pair standing outside the mansion. On Thursday morning, Genevieve headed to the airport first thing. It was about nine at night in Dartan at that moment. Genevieve headed to the VIP lounge after checking in and found a seat next to the window to video call the children. Amanda began crying when the call connected. She complained that her brother had played a mean prank on her by adding chili water to her orange juice. Lucian did not appear, only his cool voice could be heard. “You started this by putting a bouquet of lilies under my quilt this morning.” Lucian was allergic to pollen.

“You were the one who stepped on the train I made out of wooden blocks yesterday, Lucian!” Amanda seethed. “I deserve an apology!” “Your wooden blocks made me fall. If an apology is due, you owe me one first.” Unable to say a word against her brother, Amanda wept with rage. “You see, Mommy? All Lucian does is bully me! Why didn’t you give birth to me first? All would be well if I were the elder sister.” Lucian scoffed, “You wouldn’t be fit to be my elder sister even if you were born first! You are so short. I wouldn’t want that!” “You’re not fit to be my elder brother either!” As the siblings began to squabble again, Amanda threw the phone aside and hit her brother. “If you pull my hair, I’m going to thrash your room!” she yelled amidst tears. Back then, Genevieve could still stop the fight whenever the children got into it. But as their fights grew more vicious the older they got, she did not dare intervene like she used to. She felt an awful headache coming as her children quarreled. I wasn’t as naughty as this when I was young.

Armand, too, was mature for his age. Why are our children such a handful? Genevieve bid the children good night and hung up when she was due to board the plane. The stewardess led Genevieve up the plane into the first-class cabin and took the initiative to help her stow her things up in the overhead bin. Upon sitting down, Genevieve spotted a silhouette out of the corner of her eye on the left side of the walkway. Vaguely, she detected the smell of sandalwood laced with a whiff of danger. Genevieve looked over when the stewardess left and saw that the person was wearing a white shirt with black trousers. Even upon boarding the plane, he was still engaged in a conversation about work on the phone. Genevieve smiled upon recognizing him. Who else could it be but my man with such good taste? She waited for him to finish his conversation before gazing at him with her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her hand. “Why didn’t you take your private jet, Mr. Faulkner?” she asked with interest. Armand narrowed his eyes when he turned to look at Genevieve. “Why would you be interested in where I’m going and what plane I’m boarding, Ms. Rachford?” Genevieve simply smiled.

“Are you heading to Lightspring too, Mr. Faulkner?” Armand did not pay her any attention. Instead, he lowered his gaze to his phone as though he still had matters to attend to. Genevieve tactfully retracted hers and put on earphones to watch some television drama. Not long after, the plane went on cruise control. The stewardess came to the first-class cabin and asked if the passengers wanted snacks and drinks. Although Armand was dressed simply, his mature aura and his handsomely cold face that made occasional appearances in the tabloids were recognizable to anybody who watched the news. One of the stewardesses approached him and asked in an exceptionally soft voice, “Would you like anything, Sir?”