My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Not Just About Who Can Afford It

Even though Patrick quickly shut the box after looking at the content, Genevieve, standing behind him, noticed the pink diamond ring.

She gasped in astonishment. As the eldest daughter of the Rachford family, I used to have a lot of exquisite jewelry in my possession. But, I have never seen a pink diamond as big as this one.

Patrick shoved the flowers and gift into Genevieve’s embrace. He exclaimed softly, “Wow! Armand showed off his character as the big boss by pampering you with these amazing gifts. Too bad it’s not romantic enough here.”

It has crossed my mind that maybe Armand bought the pink diamond for Genevieve. Now it turns out I’m right.

Genevieve understood what Patrick meant.

She lowered her head and glanced at the black roses in her arms. Her mind wandered.

Yea, it’s true that he would possibly buy gifts for me. But, it’s unusual for him to gift them to me in such a high-profile way. It does not fit his personality. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Before Genevieve could dwell further on the matter, the crowd encouraged her, “Is there a ring in it? Why don’t you show it to us?”

“Wow! Genevieve, did you find another boyfriend?”

Most of them gathered around Genevieve knew about the recent news in her life.

She was plagued with scandals. Her life was in chaos, her company gone, and she lost Winnifred. However, Genevieve came out stronger on the other side. She even got herself a job at Central Group.

She must have found a man who can back her up.

The crowd concluded as they surrounded Genevieve with curiosity. They gossiped about her life as she remained silent.

At the same time, Steven, who had just picked up Armand at the airport, passed by the restaurant. When he noticed the bustling crowd, the man slowed down his car.

Armand looked out from the window. He frowned. “What’s going on?”

“There was a bet between Queenie and Mrs. Faulkner. Queenie lost, so she must wear a bikini and dance at the restaurant entrance.”

Then, Steven proceeded to recount the process of Genevieve and Queenie’s bet and the morning incident at the company.

He added after finishing his story, “Mrs. Faulkner has become smarter and more ruthless.”

Upon hearing, Armand landed his gaze on Genevieve who was surrounded by the crowd.

She looked beautiful in that avocado-green suit. She no longer has that depressing aura surrounding her.

Armand said, “Genevieve is not a fool. She merely followed Cooper’s words previously because she was not exposed to the outside world.”

The man had seen Genevieve’s potential a long time ago. If not, he would not have agreed to marry Genevieve. After all, Armand was not a man that would be willing to wed a beautiful but stupid woman.

He spotted the bikini-clad, ashamed-looking Queenie. Armand’s lips curled into a faint grin. “You’re right. She has become more ruthless. Did you ask someone to send the flowers?”

Armand questioned Steven when he noticed Genevieve carrying a bouquet of black roses.

Steven shook his head. “I won’t send anything to Mrs. Faulkner without your instruction.” He guessed and said, “Maybe Patrick bought it to congratulate Mrs. Faulkner for getting the job?”

Armand sneered. “Definitely not him. He is too simple-minded to have the idea of buying these rare flowers.”

Steven was rendered speechless by his reply.

Armand continued staring at the black roses. Soon, an answer appeared in his mind. He sneered again. “Call the florist. Get them to send one thousand black roses to the mansion.”

Genevieve is my wife. I’ll give her whatever she wants. I don’t need another man to butter her up.

“One thousand… black roses?” Steven stuttered, unable to believe his ears. He turned to look at Armand, saying, “Mr. Faulkner, these black roses are rare and hard to cultivate. I don’t think they have that large amount of them in the country, much less in Jadeborough.”

Steven suggested bravely, “How about green roses? They are rare too…”

“Think of a way, then.” Armand raised his head. His eyes were cold. “Do you want outsiders to think I can’t afford a thousand black roses for my wife?”

The mature, responsible Steven was falling apart at Armand’s order. Complaints started flashing across his mind.

It’s not just about who can afford the flowers or not! Why? Why did I slow down? Why didn’t I drive to the company’s parking lot straight away? If Mr. Faulkner didn’t notice the black roses in her arms, he wouldn’t have given me such a difficult task.