My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter
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Chapter 327 Do You Think I Am Despicable
From the look on her face, Armand felt responsible and leaned over to
ask, "Does it hurt there?" "No!" Genevieve turned around and glared
at him.
"In that case, where does it hurt?" Just as Armand spoke, he reached
his hand underneath the blanket, but Genevieve slapped it away at
once.
She replied in embarrassment, "My back."
Armand was stunned by her answer and quickly recalled how he
ravaged her the night before. As a guilty expression descended upon
his face, he put on his night robe and headed to the bathroom.
He was able to walk faster now due to his expanded field of vision and
the fact that he could see better.
After returning with some essential oil from the bathroom, he
suggested. "Lie down. I'll give you a massage to relieve your
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discomfort."
"Do you know how to?" Genevieve asked curiously.
"No, but I can pick it up by watching videos." Before he finished, he
was already searching for videos online for massages.
After putting his phone aside, he rubbed his hands with the essential
oil while watching the video.
When she saw the look on his face, Genevieve didn't know whether to
laugh or to cry. Furthermore, an inexplicable feeling began to swell
within her.
Upon lying down, her porcelain-white back laid exposed.
Fortunately, she was unable to see it. Or else, she wouldn't have
missed the cluster of hickeys that covered the space between her
scapula and lower back.
It was an extremely amorous sight.
When he finished the video, Armand had a good idea of what to do.
After applying the essential oil to her back, his hands started working
from the inner sides of her lower back up to her shoulders before
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coming back down the outer sides in one smooth motion. Given how
strong his hands were, his massage felt both reassuring and
comfortable, helping her relax the muscles in her body.
Noticing that she wasn't as tense as before, Armand's lips curled. "I'll
go harder, so it will be more pleasurable. All right?"
Genevieve grunted in acknowledgment despite coming close to
thinking dirty.
Just when she was feeling sleepy from the massage, a sudden
thought struck her, causing her to open her eyes. "I just remembered
about the pendant you showed me at home where Samuel's picture
was at the back. Both of you have similar features and unmistakably
look like brothers. Even if Isabella isn't your birth mother, you're
definitely Cesar's son and a child of the Faulkner family."
Due to her suspicions about the pendant, she shared her opinion with
Timothy.
Armand didn't deny it. However, he remarked, "Whether I'm a child of
the Faulkner family doesn't matter anymore."
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As she was lying face down, Genevieve didn't look at him. "Why?"
Instead of explaining, he asked in a deep voice, "Weren't you curious
about the tattoo I used to block the barrel of the gun? The one where
you thought was related to Marilyn? When you went to the church to
get married one year ago, your wedding car crashed into mine. You
then ran off to the church after you came down to apologize."
His hands moved up to massage her shoulders. "I remember that
there were two beautiful bouquets of balloon flowers at the church
entrance."
Initially, Genevieve didn't know where he was going the story.
When she suddenly understood his thoughts, she pushed herself up
from the bed and turned to look at him.
Her eyes widened in shock. "D-Did you already have your eye on me
back then?" Genevieve quickly recalled how Armand led her to see
the truth after what happened at the hotel.
Cooper had told Erica that the man in the room wasn't the one they
had arranged for. As mixed emotions filled her, Genevieve asked,
"Have you always been aware of Cooper's attempts to sabotage me?
Was what happened at the hotel your plan?"