My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 941

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Chapter 941

Suddenly, Genevieve's phone rang.

Genevieve felt a lump form in her throat when she saw it was Armand calling.

Instead of answering the phone, she lifted her gaze toward Harry. “Don't touch Mandy and my man. I'll give you

everything you want.”

Since Armand had just survived a heart transplant, Genevieve didn't want anything bad to happen to him again.

“Don't anger me, then, Genevieve.” Harry smiled. “From now on, you must answer my phone calls and reply to my

texts.”

"Okay.”

“Also, no matter where I ask you to go, you must go.”

Genevieve tightened her grip on the knife. “O-Okay...”

Harry was satisfied with Genevieve's answers. “I'm staying at Continental Hotel. Come over to see me tomorrow

morning. Now then, give me a smile, Genevieve.”

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Genevieve took a deep breath and forced a smile. “May I leave now?”

“Bye!” Harry waved at her.

If I look at him for one more second, I might end up stabbing his face! Genevieve turned around and left. She only

called Armand back after she exited the courtyard.

Armand picked up the call rather quickly. In a gentle tone, he asked, “Which private room are you in at Jazona

Clubhouse?”

“I'm—” She suddenly heard footsteps approaching. When she raised her gaze, she saw Armand holding a phone

and walking toward her.

Armand hung up when he spotted Genevieve.

Genevieve lost her composure and ran across the corridor to hug Armand. At that point, she was on the verge of

crying.

Armand hurriedly checked her body for injuries, and he was relieved to see her unharmed. “Why are your eyes so

red? What happened?”

“Something went into my eyes. I've been rubbing them the entire day, so now they're red.” Genevieve wanted to

rub her eyes again.


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Armand quickly stopped her and said, “If you keep doing that, they're going to get inflamed.”

He then held her hand and got out of there.

“Didn't you go home earlier today to bring Mandy to the hospital to get her throat checked? How did you end up in

Jazona Clubhouse? Also, why didn't you get a bodyguard to come with you?” he asked.

“I lost my bracelet, so I came back here to look for it. Fortunately, I found it!” Genevieve showed him the emerald

bracelet on her wrist.

In a helpless tone, Armand said, “You should've just had the waiters look for it. I can always come and collect it

from them tomorrow.”

“I can't do that. It was a gift from you. I was so worried and anxious that I didn't have the time to bring a bodyguard

along,” Genevieve mumbled in response.

“You always have to have bodyguards around you, okay? I don't think it's a good idea for you to be alone.”

Genevieve grunted in assent.

When they arrived home, Armand brought Genevieve to the bathroom to help her rinse her eyes.

Amanda was leaning against the door, and she poked her head in to ask, “Daddy, what happened to Mommy's

eyes? Did you make her cry?”

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“Something went into your mommy's eyes, so I need to help her rinse them. Otherwise, they're going to get

inflamed,” Armand answered.

“Oh, I see.”

After rinsing her eyes with some warm water, Genevieve felt a lot better. She then wrapped her arms around him

and buried her head into his chest. “Hey, I would like to have some beef tacos and caramel pudding.”

“Okay. I'll go and make them now.” Seeing that she didn't want to walk, Armand carried her out of the bathroom.

Behind them, Amanda puffed out her cheeks and grumbled, “Daddy, you ignored me just now when I told you I

wanted caramel pudding. The moment Mommy says she wants it, you're making it for her. You don't love me

anymore, do you, Daddy?”

“Your throat isn't feeling well, no? Also, I know you secretly ate chips today.”

Amanda stuck her tongue out and answered sheepishly, “Well, I only had a few pieces...”

Armand put Genevieve on the couch and bent down to tap on Amanda's nose dotingly. “It doesn't matter. What if

you get a sore throat after eating something that sweet?”

“Mommy already brought me to the hospital to see the doctor, and he didn't ask me to take medicine. Besides, I

don't have a sore throat.” Amanda acted pitifully and said, “Daddy, I love pudding, and I don't think I'll be able to

sleep tonight if you don't let me eat. Daddy, am I not your cute little girl anymore?”