My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 461

Congratulate His Father For Me Genevieve saw a store selling lollipops and hastened toward it. “I would like a strawberry-flavore done, please.” “Here you go.

That’ll be ten.” Genevieve was about to open her purse when her hand suddenly froze.

“I didn’t bring any cash,” she muttered, looking at the man.

“Could you pay for me first, Mr.

Faulkner?” “Do I look like someone who carries cash around?” Armand only had his phone in his hand.
“You could scan the code to make payment.” Genevieve took the lollipop from the shop assistant.

“It’s troublesome for me to open my purse to get my phone.

Thanks!” Armand fell silent for a while before unlocking his phone to scan the code.
Genevieve took the opportunity to lean over and saw that his wallpaper was a default option from the operating system.

Despite herself, she felt a little disappointed. I’m not his wallpaper anymore.
She recalled Jack’s words before she returned to the country.

“Some people will never change, Genev.

It’s been four years.

How are you so sure that he still loves you?” That’s right.

How can I be sure? Based on the fact that I gave birth to his two children? I can’t even seethrough him. An unspeakable disappointment welled up within her.

The lollipop, which tasted sickeningly sweet, began to feel bland to Genevieve’s palate.
Upon coming across a bin, she licked it twice and threw it away.
Armand was mystifiedby her behavior. She was the one who wanted one and even forced me to pay for her.

Why would she throw it away right after I paid for it?
Genevieve was inconsolable.

She kept her head down and said nothing as the couple walked through the bustling crowd of the old street sideby side. There was a silver jewelry store on the right side of the old street.

An event held that day had attracted a large group that crowded its entrance.
An employee stood by the doorwith a ten-inch tablet in his hands.

“Come,” he called to the crowd.

“Only five per round! To win the game, only one piece must be left on the board within the designated time.

We will be giving away a pair of rose rings made of pure silver to thewinner!” Many of the spectators paid up for a shot at the game. However, they all found the designated time too short.

The timer ran out while they were still figuring out how to expel the pieces on the board.
Genevieve leaped at the opportunity to participate in such aninteresting game to distract herself from her downcast spirits. Though she did better than the customers before her, six pieces remained on her board when the timer ended. “The time is too short,” Genevieve said.

“It’s not enough at all.” She suspected that the shop had rigged the game to earn the participation fee of five.
Five here and five therewill earn them a tidy little sum by the end of the night. The employee was momentarily stunned.

“This game is downloaded from a shop, Miss,” he explained hastily.

“We don’t set the rules.

It was said that the creator of this game could eliminate all the pieces in thirteen seconds.

His record remains undefeated to this day.” As he spoke, he swiped his tablet open to show the players’ ranking list of the game to the crowd.
Genevieve was notsatisfied.

She paid for two more rounds but fared no better than her first.
“If only my son were here,” she lamented.

“He’s the best at games like this.” Armand, who stood behind her, narrowed his eyes at her words.
Genevieve did not waste anymore money.

She only discovered that he had left when she searched for him in the crowd.
She hurriedly chasedafter Armand and found him wearing a scowl. It was only when Genevieve recalled her words from before that she realized that she had brought up her son. Could he be jealous? “Why did you leave so quickly, Mr.

Faulkner?” Genevieve caught up with him briskly with both hands clasped behind her back.
Armand was forced to slow downwhen she blocked his path.

“Do you have an opinion regarding my pace as well?” “Not at all.

I was just curious.” Genevieve giggled surreptitiously at his icy tone.

“Have I told you that my son is very handsome, like his father?”
“I know now,” Armand said stiffly.