My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 170 Must You Torture Yourself
Hearing what Armand said, Genevieve frowned slightly.
Armand would not know, as he was an amateur. A musician’s hands were even more precious than any instrument. Their hands were as important as their lives. If they injured their hand, they would definitely rest and recuperate. They would not keep practicing and risk losing the ability to play for the rest of their lives.
Does Marilyn not cherish her hand?
Genevieve thought miserably. When she inadvertently lifted her head, she noticed the profoundness in the man’s gaze. He seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and there was a hint of faint gentleness in his eyes.
A sense of jealousy filled her heart immediately. She squeezed Armand’s face and stepped out of his arms, taking a blanket and wrapping herself in it.
Looking at her throwing a tantrum, he said resignedly, “Isn’t this what you asked me?”
Genevieve extended her leg and kicked him. Then, she handed him her phone from inside the blanket with a text that read: I was just asking how you got to know each other. Did I ask you to go into such detail? The situation happened a long time ago, but you remember it clearly. How amazing you are.

Armand was speechless when he read the message.
After a while, he reached out his hand to pull the blanket that was covering Genevieve. Seeing how she refused to let go out of spite, he moved his hand in from the corner of the blanket, touched her waist, and tickled her. Genevieve, who was under the blanket, began to dodge his hand.
Before long, she could not take it anymore and pulled down the blanket while laughing. Her hair was strewn across the pillow.
Armand leaned forward to kiss her, swallowing her heavy breathing.
He only kissed her briefly before restraining himself and letting her go. Caressing her hair to help her relax, he uttered, “We’ll sleep now, okay? Our flight back tomorrow to Jadeborough is at ten in the morning.”
Genevieve nodded. As he lay back down, she nuzzled into his arms again, waving her phone at him.
There was a typed message: Which hospital was it? Was it in Xedells?
Armand gave her a sidelong glance but ignored her. Pressing her head against his chest, he took her phone away from her grasp. “Are you trying to torture yourself?”
The more he resisted saying anything, the more Genevieve insisted on knowing. She grabbed his arm and shook it while staring at him.
The shaking made him agitated but helpless. “If you know which hospital we met at, are you planning to destroy it so it’ll be out of sight and out of mind?”
Genevieve nodded before pulling out her phone, typing: If you financially support it, yeah, I’ll destroy it.
She had no idea when it started that she had a sense of possessiveness; she only wanted Armand to be hers alone.
The thought of him having been in a long-term relationship with another girl, pouring a lot of enthusiasm into her, and displaying a gentle gaze when thinking about their past made her feel uneasy.
Armand glanced at the phone and raised his hand to touch her earlobe. “You can’t destroy General Hospital even if you have the money. You can destroy me, though.”