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My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 603

Chapter 603

Bruce proceeded to straighten Genevieve’s dress but ended up with her kicking around violently.

Irritated by how hot she felt, Genevieve reached around for the button to lower the window.

“Stop messing around.” Bruce pulled her hand back to stop hier. “It’ll be cold if you open the window.”

Struggling to free hersell, Genevieve ranted in a drunken stupor, “It’s really hot! I insist on opening the window! Let me do it, or I’ll kick your iss!”

When she raised her leg to kick him, Bruce couldn’t help but be amused at her intoxicated behavior.

Finally, he hugged her tight and sat her on his lap to prevent her from opening the window. Genevidve, who had her limbs restrained, headbutted him but ended up hurting her own nose instead.

By the time Steven found a pharmacy and returned with some sobering pills, Genevieve pursed her lips rightly and refused to take any.

Moreover, she even lectured Bruce, “Let me tell you that my children are already four. There’s no way your charm is going to work on me!”

When Bruce finally gave up, Genevieve pressed on instead. “Why have you stopped trying to feed me? Are you doing it on purpose? Fine, you have now piqued my interest!”

Bruce was specchless.

What in the world is she rambling about?

Even though the Rolls-Royce had a spacious back row, Genevieve still couldn’t bear the heat due to how stuffy the car was. Staring at Bruce, who was in close proximity to her, she noticed how alluring his lips were and felt as if his deep obsidian eyes were constantly seducing her.

As her gaze drifted to Bruce’s Adam’s apple for two seconds, Genevieve leaned in to kiss and lick him. The suddenness of her advances caused him to freeze.

Pushing her away, he asserted in a raspy voice, “Calm down.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to do it for free.” Genevieve slithered up to him, her eyes glistening dreamily. She asked in a domineering tone, “Go on, how much for one night? Is a inillion enough?”

Bruce/was stumped.

“I supposed that’s not enough,” Genevieve mumbled to herself. “Considering how handsome you arc, I’ll offer you three million. How about that?”

With his lips twitching, Bruce didn’t know whether to feel amused or angry. “Genevieve, how much did you drink?”

“Not much. Only three cocktails.” No sooner had Genevieve finished than she glared at him. “I’m the boss here. However much I drink is none of your concern. All you should care about is pleasuring me!”

Bruce figured that the cocktails she consumed were specially concocted to be stronger than whiskey itself. Or clse, she would be drunk to that extent.

When he saw how adorable she looked, his Adam’s apple couldn’t resist bobbing.

“All right, it’s a deal.”

Since they were in the car, Bruce kept his lust under control while covering Genevieve’s mouth to stop her from letting loosc.

By the time they got home, he pinned her against the door before covering her entire body with an avalanche of kisses, causing her to tremble from the raging lust.

Locked in a passionate embrace, both of them made their way to the room that was covered in darkness.

The moment Genevieve was thrown onto the bed, the impact jolted her back to her senses. It was then that the impulsiveness of her actions dawned upon her.

However, when she saw the dark silhouette of Bruce’s face with the help of the dim moonlight, the sense of familiarity suppressed her inherent urge to push him away.

Squinting her eyes to get a closer look, Genevieve moaned, “Armand?”

Bruce simply leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips.

At the climax of their passion, Genevieve dug her chin into his shoulder amidst the uncontrollable quivering of her body.

Stroking her back gently, Bruce leaned into her car and whispered, “Darling.”

When she faintly heard the words, Genevieve thought that he wanted a kiss from her. She

subsequently obliged by kissing his Adam’s apple before giving it a gentle bite.

Bruce couldn’t help but smile to himself.

The next day, Genevieve was stupefied for a long time when the gray minimalistic room greeted her eyes the moment she opened them.

Even though she was wearing a strappy ash-gray nightgown, the soreness between her legs and the hickcys on her arms caused memories of the night before to come looding back into her mind.

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