My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 495 Why Lock The Door Armand pushed the shopping cart past her without a hint of

expression as he muttered, “No, thank you.” Genevieve picked out a few boxes of fruits and caught up

to him. When she put the fruits into the shopping cart, she asked Armand, “Mando, what do you plan to

cook for dinner?” “I’m going to order takeout.” “No, takeout food is not healthy. Besides, we are already

at the supermarket.” Genevieve dragged him to the poultry section and said, “You could make pasta or

steak.” Armand was a tall man, and he had garnered the attention of the people at the supermarket.

Someone recognized Genevieve who was standing beside him and asked, “Are you that actress,

Sylvie Clasen?” Genevieve’s face sank. However, she still replied politely, “No, I’m not.” Upon a closer

look, the person realized that the woman before him was actually prettier than Sylvie. He then

apologized to Genevieve and scurried off. Genevieve’s good mood soured because of the incident.

She hurriedly dragged Armand out of the supermarket after they were done buying groceries. After

they were back in the mansion, Genevieve went into the kitchen, followed by Armand. Armand took out

the groceries from the bags.

Genevieve dealt with the bag that had the fruits in them. Then, she washed the apples and the box of

blueberries and served them on a plate. She stored the rest in the fridge. Armand was tall and

handsome, and he was quite meticulous in cooking. Genevieve could not help but enjoy the sight of

him cooking. He did not pay heed to her fervent stares as he continued to cook in a calm and

composed manner. Armand cooked the steak and cut them up before serving them on a plate. He

could not drink alcohol because of his wound. Hence, Genevieve took out some juice from the fridge

and poured two glasses. The black pepper gravy perfectly complemented the juicy steak. Genevieve

appeared to be happy as she enjoyed the steak. “Mando, your cooking skills are still tip-top. This steak

is better than the ones I’ve had in famous restaurants.” “Could you be quieter now that you’ve had

some food?” Armand said as he peered at her. “All right. I’ll shut up.” Genevieve did not say anything

further as she was thankful that he had cooked her the meal, never mind that she had waited four

years for that very meal. Mando is truly a qualified house husband. After they were done with dinner,

Genevieve cleaned up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. They had a dishwasher. So, all she had

to do was to load the dishes into the dishwasher and wipe the stains off the stove. After she was done

cleaning the kitchen, Genevieve headed upstairs. She noticed that a few organizing boxes were left

outside Armand’s bedroom. Genevieve peered inside and noticed that they were all her items. She

could not help but knock on Armand’s door.

When he opened the door, Genevieve pointed at the organizing boxes on the floor and said, “Why did

you clear out my stuff?” “There are other rooms on the second floor. Feel free to choose one of them,”

Armand stated plainly. “I’m here to take care of you,” Genevieve argued. “If I don’t stay in the same

room as you, how would I know when you don’t feel well in the middle of the night?” “My back is hurt,

but I’m not crippled. I don’t need you to be at my beck and call.” Before Genevieve could protest, the

door was slammed shut in her face. What a heartless man! Why is he ignoring such a beauty like me?

I’m practically hurling myself at him! Genevieve contacted the housekeeper of Swallow Garden to ask

the whereabouts of the spare keys for the rooms upstairs. According to the housekeeper, the spare

keys were in one of the drawers in the living room. There were a number of spare keys, but none of

them were for Armand’s bedroom. When it was eleven o’clock, Genevieve tiptoed out of the adjacent

bedroom and sneakily tried to peer through Armand’s door crack.

She noticed that the lights were off and reckoned that Armand was already asleep. Then, she sneakily

tried to turn the doorknob. As expected, the door was locked. Why is he locking the da*ned door? It’s

not like there are thieves here! Genevieve lamented to herself and stood right outside his bedroom for

some time before heading back to her room. She hurled herself onto the bed and cupped her chin as

she stared at the wall that stood between her room and Armand’s room. Genevieve wished she could

use a sledgehammer to smash the wall down so that she could enter his room. Just when Genevieve

was about to fall asleep, she happened to glance at her balcony. She sprung out of her bed

immediately. In the master bedroom, Armand leaned against his headboard as he clutched onto a few

pieces of paper that had turned brownish. He spared a few minutes to parse through the papers. There

was no discernible expression on his face. Then, he folded the papers according to their original

creases. Armand opened the book lying on his nightstand and slit the sheets of paper in between the

book. Just a while after Armand lay down, he was roused awake by the sound of the sliding door of his

balcony.