My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 829

Chapter 829

Armand breathed a sigh of relief and tried to kiss Genevieve, only to have the latter duck from him.

"Did you kiss Sally with those lips?”

“No.”

“Oh? I saw what she did that night, though,” Genevieve scoffed. “She was beside you the entire time, talking and pawing at you, so who'd believe you didn't make a move on her?”

“I really didn't,” Armand uttered with exasperation. “How do you want me to prove it to you?”

“I'll believe it if you cut your tongue off!”

When she saw how much more helpless Armand looked, Genevieve couldn't help but burst into laughter. Before he could ask anything else, she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him.

It was as though she had done everything intentionally, from hugging him to letting her fragrance rub off on him. After the kiss, she even went so far as to bite his bottom lip until she drew blood.

Genevieve smirked as she wiped off the blood on Armand's lip. “If you dare kiss Sally or let her kiss you, I'll dump you!”

Armand merely murmured his assent and ran a hand through her long, windblown hair.

“Go on, take a good look. See how much of my hair has turned white from the stress of searching for you,” Genevieve said with a snort. “You have to give me an explanation now! Also, why on earth were you with Sally?”

True enough, Armand found several white strands nestled with the rest of her jet-black hair and felt a sudden pang of sadness. "Why didn't you take the kids to Dartan?”

“Armand Faulkner, what do you mean by that?” Genevieve asked as she narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying I should be with Jack instead of looking for you? Have I ruined your plans with Sally?”

Armand caressed her face and sighed. “No. But Jack can take better care of you guys...”

Genevieve angrily slapped his hand away, her expression darkening with every second. “I asked what you were doing with Sally, so why are you deflecting my question and bringing up other matters? Why do you want others to take care of me?”

Unbeknownst to her, Armand had a lot that he couldn't say out loud. “Genev—•”