My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 677

Chapter 677

Jack‘s speech was eloquent and concise, leaving Genevieve unable to refute.

Genevieve, who was forced to look at him, stared at his pair of scornful looking eyes. “I tried to love

you, but only to realize all I get is fear while being with you. You‘re like the chopper suspended midair

above my head–you can fall any time, and that fact alone makes me tense and anxious.”

She shrugged herself free from the man‘s grip and articulated each word clearly. “Jack, you don‘t

actually love me either. It‘s because you were

lonely, and coincidentally, I appeared in your life. That‘s why you took me as your salvation.”

Jack laughed all of a sudden. “So you reached your hand out to me simply

because you were sympathizing with me?”

“Yes,” Genevieve admitted. “Even if it was someone else, I‘m sure they would help you out too, just like

how I did.”

Her words were like knives piercing through Jack‘s heart, crushing his hopes to nothing.

“How can you be so cruel toward me?” Squatting before Genevieve, the man‘s sturdy and towering

figure appeared extremely disheveled and pitiful at that very moment. “You gave me hope so that I

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would continue to live. I put in lots of effort to look for you and give you the entire world. H How could

you not want me?”



I thought we met because we were fated to cross paths. She‘s my everything. But how can she say she
was merely taking pity on

mc?

Jack looked at Genevieve with his reddened eyes. “You can love Armand, but why can‘t you do the

same to me? He has everything since he was born, but I don‘t have anything.”

Wan

He had never had a warm and blissful family since he was a child, and neither had he experienced

being loved. The only thing that remained vivid in his recollection was watching his mother being

tormented and crying her eyes out.

Now, he had found the one woman he truly loved. Sadly, instead of love, she only had fear toward him.

Having known him for so many years, Genevieve had seen the duality to Jack––he could be gracious

and warm at times, yet vicious and cunning at other times. Yet, that was the first time she saw how

fragile and weak he could be. Even his voice was trembling as he spoke.

Of course, Genevieve had felt the love and care he was showering her and the kids. He had an

exceptional love for Amanda and would adore and pamper her like no other.

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However, if he hadn‘t helped Sylvie, everything would not have happened.

As much as she pitied Jack for having a miserable and lonely childhood, she hated him for taking

Sylvie‘s side. With her lips pursed, she remained silent, unable to put forth a single word to comfort the

man.

Suddenly, Jack stood up and carried Genevieve up from the wheelchair.



Caught off guard, she grabbed onto his sweater to prevent herself from falling off. Her body instantly

tensed up when she saw Jack heading for the bedroom.

“Jack, you promised me...”

“Did I? I don‘t remember.” Jack threw her on the bed before leaning closer and pinning her down. “I

only remember we‘re a couple. And you‘ve yet to fulfill your promise.”

With that said, he tugged off the bathrobe on Genevieve.

She resisted with all her might pushing him and hitting him

Nevertheless, those punches served no impact on Jack at all. Without much difficulty, he grabbed her

hands, pulled out the bathrobe belt, and tied it around her wrists tightly.

Then, he grasped her chin and crouched down to kiss her.

Genevieve‘s tightly sealed lips were pried open, and the man‘s breath was all over her face, suffocating

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her.

While in a daze, she recalled how she almost got raped.

That was the kind of person Jack was

– he would resort to extreme methods or even ruin something or someone if he couldn‘t get what he

wanted.

That wasn‘t love. Instead, it was merely his desire to possess an object or person.

Pulling open Genevieve‘s robe, Jack saw a large tattoo on her fair and unblemished skin, which

extended from her left waist to below her chest.



It was a majestic yet ferocious–looking black dragon, with its fangs bared and its claws raised, almost

as if it was about to grapple Genevieve‘s heart.

As it was too dimly lit in the study the other time, Jack did not see that she had that tattoo on her body

and only

spotted it at this point.

When he took notice of the letters near the dragon‘s tail, he narrowed his eyes:

He pointed at those letters and shifted his gaze to Genevieve. “You‘re so afraid of pain. You were

bawling your eyes out when medicine was applied to your legs. But you could endure having such a

tattoo on your body?”

Jack mercilessly bit Genevieve‘s lower lip to vent his fury and only let go when she began to bleed.