My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 68 He Is Defending Her

“Come on. It was only a joke!”

Patrick chuckled happily, but when he noticed Armand’s gloomy expression, he stopped laughing. Genevieve, who was tuning the strings, raised her head and looked at the aloof man on the couch, then at Patrick, who was beside him.

Her gaze became perplexed as she remembered her conversation with Timothy at the hospital. Patrick noticed how she looked at him and got goosebumps.

“Wow, Genev. Why are you staring at me that way?”

“What’s the matter?” Genevieve gazed at him innocently.

“I just thought you were handsome and gave you a couple more glances.” Patrick did not believe her nonsense and emphasized, “I was just kidding with Armand.

I’m straight and not stupid. I like a girl with a full bust and a curvy bottom!” He lowered his head, looked at Genevieve’s chest, and shook his head. The moment Genevieve noticed that, her expression turned cold.

“You gave me a look and shook your head. What is it? Is my figure so bad?”

“Genev, you have a nice figure. It’s just… your chest,” Patrick said while stroking his chin.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Except for Genevieve and two young housekeepers, the living room was full of men. Genevieve didn’t expect Patrick to say that in front of everyone. Thick-skinned or not, she could not contain her anger and was about to explode. Armand, who was sitting on the couch, spoke coldly.

“You are so talkative. Go do a hundred push-ups before you eat!” “Huh?” As soon as Patrick heard this, his smile disappeared. “Armand, I was joking around with Genev.”

Even though he was a strong man, this would not be an easy feat for him. “Two hundred!” “I—” Patrick was so angry that he was about to spew profanities.

“What are you still waiting for?” Steven, who was standing by with a serious face, gave Patrick a kick.

“Is that not enough for you?”

“Okay, I’ll do it!” Patrick was afraid that Armand would raise the number to three hundred push-ups, so he did not dare to say anything.

Genevieve sneaked a look at the man on the couch as she watched Patrick do push-ups in the living room. She was aware that Patrick had been Armand’s capable assistant for quite some time, much like Steven.

Despite that, Armand was punishing Patrick harshly because of her. He was defending her. This realization prompted Genevieve to purse her lips as an indescribable emotion rose in her heart. She recalled when she and Cooper lived under the same roof for almost twenty years.

Other than the first two years Cooper entered the Rachford residence, he had taken good care of her for all those years. Toward the end, he merely seemed gentle but stopped defending her.

All of a sudden, she recalled the wedding. Although Cooper’s voice was gentle when he looked at her and said, “I do,” his eyes were cold.

It turned out that the facts were right in front of her, but she did not see them because she was entirely focused on him. Armand noticed that Genevieve was lost in her thoughts, and he seemed to guess what she was thinking about as well. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked a little upset but didn’t say anything.

Soon, Maria entered the living room. “Ms. Rachford, Mr. Armand, dinner is ready.” Maria still called Genevieve “Ms. Rachford” after moving to Swallow Garden so that Genevieve knew she wasn’t alone and that Maria was there with her.

It didn’t matter to Armand what Maria called Genevieve. He replied with a light hum and went to the dining room. Maria called Genevieve again, “Ms. Rachford?”

Genevieve came to her senses right away and looked at Maria.

“What?”

“You were preoccupied just now and didn’t answer me.” Maria’s face was full of worry.

“Is everything all right?”

“I’m fine.” Genevieve nodded.

She had suddenly recalled her past with Cooper, and she did not realize she had fallen into a daze as she thought about it and right in front of Armand, too.

She looked over at the man who was already at the dining table and felt guilty inexplicably. My face doesn’t show what I’m thinking. He shouldn’t know why I was lost in thought, right?

After Patrick finished his two hundred push-ups, Genevieve and the others had finished their dinner and were having some fruits in the living room. After eating, Patrick ran to the living room. He poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I’m stupid. I didn’t think Armand was such a protective husband. I’ll never make fun of Genev again.”

“Do you have a death wish?”