My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 200 A Bit Nauseous

Genevieve contemplated for a while. Then, she typed on her phone: Maria has never tampered with my phone and laptop. My throat…

She continued typing: Maria went to Feston to visit her grandson. When she returned, I sensed a stinging pain in my throat a few days later. I thought my vocal cords were damaged because that man strangled me violently. However, when I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor told me my vocal cords weren’t severely damaged and would heal over time. Still, they didn’t get better when I returned to Jadeborough.

“Maria must have tampered with your food, and your vocal cords got damaged as a result,” Patrick analyzed, “It’s okay. You won’t eat her food anymore. Once we’ve reached Yartran, I’ll get you examined at a hospital.”

Genevieve gazed at him silently for a while until Patrick had to touch his own face. “Is there something on my face, Genev?”

She shook her head and typed: Thank you, Patrick.

“As long as you don’t think I sound too harsh, it’s fine.” Patrick smiled, which was a rare thing for him to do.

He heaved a sigh of relief when Genevieve seemed to perk up a bit. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll leave Baykeeper.”

She typed: All right.

Genevieve lifted her blanket and lay down. Once the lights were turned off, the room instantly descended into darkness.

morning, Patrick went out to buy breakfast and

left the hotel again on that

at the military academy. He also mentioned he would teach her about shooting and train her after arriving in Kransbay so that she would

the blink of an

morning. After putting on a disguise for himself and Genevieve, Patrick packed their belongings and went to the front desk to check out. After that, he hailed a taxi by the road to take them to the

taxi. After spending a few minutes in the car, Genevieve started to dry-heave, so she

matter, Genev?” Patrick asked

mouth out of habit and took out her phone from her pocket at the

if her throat had

stunned, too. He muttered in surprise, “You

tried again. “It’s stuffy inside the car, and I don’t

smoothly. Nonetheless, Genevieve preferred to type with her

roll down the window for some fresh air

and grabbed hold of Genevieve’s shoulders tightly. Otherwise, she would

enraged by the driver who hit his