My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 171

Chapter 171 Her Only Audience
Many years ago, as Genevieve switched on the air conditioner too strongly at night when she slept, she had severe tonsil inflammation. Hence, she could not speak, and she had just started learning to play the violin back then.
Her parents were very busy during that period, so she was bored in the hospital, resulting in her asking the housekeeper to bring her a violin over.
Her father had arranged for her to stay in the VIP ward with a balcony at General Hospital. Many patients were unable to afford it due to the high cost.
Thus, she was also not worried that her violin practice would disrupt others. She practiced the same piece every day.
After that, a boy older than her appeared on the balcony next to her.
He was tall and exuded an elegant aura. His eyes seemed to be injured as they were wrapped in thick gauze.
Standing by the railings, it was as if he was listening to her practicing the violin.
Genevieve had only recently learned to play the violin. The older boy who came out every morning she practiced the violin could be considered her first audience. Because of that, she would be motivated to practice hard every day.

However, after practicing for a long time, sometimes she would feel frustrated.
Once she got frustrated, the violin’s sound would be unpleasant, and she would have the urge to smash the violin.
However, the older boy next to her ward did not think that it sounded ear-piercing. Instead, he would say, “You’re playing well. If you’re feeling frustrated, practice again tomorrow.”
Kids liked being praised, including Genevieve.
With his consolation, she gathered her confidence to continue practicing the violin.
However, due to her tonsil inflammation, she could not talk, but she wanted to thank him. Hence, every time she had snacks, she would throw him a packet.
Not long after that, her father felt bad that no one was taking care of her in the hospital. With the doctor’s approval, she was discharged.
Genevieve left with her father from the hospital in a hurry. She had no chance to bid goodbye to the boy. However, she always kept in mind his words of encouragement.
She had rarely played the violin since then and had gradually forgotten her hospitalization when she was younger.
Until today, she only realized that her only audience and the person who had comforted her was Armand.
What kind of weird fate is this?
Seeing Genevieve suddenly turning over and sitting on top of him, Armand moved the strands of hair that fell on his face aside.
His voice was hoarse. “Genevieve, are you doing this on purpose?”
Shaking her head, the woman showed him the text on her phone: Were you eighteen years old fourteen years ago?
“Yes.”
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