My Husband Is A Gary Stu

mirror in shock. Didn’t Mr. Faulkner say that it would be a fake marriage? I’ve even got someone to prepare a fake marriage certificate already. But now… “Okay.” Genevieve had nothing against his arrangement. Since she had agreed to marry him, naturally, they would need to register their marriage. Soon, they arrived at Swallow Garden. Genevieve followed Armand upstairs. When she saw him close the door after entering his bedroom, a sense of relief washed over her instantly and her nervousness dissipated. Upon returning to the guest room, she took a shower and went to bed. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a good night’s sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she recalled her deceased parents, Winifred’s cold corpse in the ward, and Cooper’s cold gaze. All of those were like a massive weight pressed down on her chest, suffocating her. The next day, she woke up feeling slightly dizzy. When she came downstairs after washing up, Armand was already sitting at the dining table, enjoying his breakfast with Steven waiting at the side. “Morning, Ms. Rachford,” Steven greeted her. “Morning.” Genevieve smiled and sat across from Armand. The breakfast was then swiftly served to her by the housekeeper. Genevieve ate the bread absentmindedly. Occasionally, she would raise her head and sneak a glance at Armand. He was having his meal gracefully with a tablet in one hand, not making any sound. After a moment of deliberation, Genevieve piped up, “Mr. Faulkner…” “What?” When he saw the troubled look she wore upon sweeping a glance across her face, he continued, “Are you regretting it now?” “No…” Genevieve mustered up her courage and uttered, “Before we get our marriage certificate, can we sign a contract? If I pass away in an accident after our marriage, you’ll need to take