My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 66 I Want To Live For A While Longer

As the sun set, Genevieve returned to Swallow Garden.

She took a taxi back, but the taxi couldn’t enter the mansion district, she walked to the mansion after arriving outside the mansion district.

She held a bouquet of black roses in her arms. Her brow was slightly furrowed, and she appeared to be deep in thought.

“Ms. Rachford.” Maria came to open the door for her.

Upon seeing Genevieve with a bouquet of black roses, Maria froze and muttered, “Ms. Rachford, in the twenty years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen someone gift you so many black flowers. I’ve heard this type of rose has a short lifespan and is difficult to cultivate.”

Genevieve looked down and realized she had carried the roses back with her.

Instantaneously, she felt as if her palms were burning hot as she held the flowers, and she wished she could discard them immediately. “It’s just a bouquet of roses.”

If I had seen that card earlier, I wouldn’t have accepted the pink diamond and believed what he said either.

“I’m not referring to those you’re holding. I’m talking about those in the living room.” Maria led her into the living room as she spoke.

When Genevieve entered the living room, she discovered a big bouquet of black roses before the floor-to-ceiling window. It was densely packed, and she estimated that there were hundreds of black roses in there.

What’s with all these black roses?

In comparison to the enormous bouquet of black roses in front of her, the bouquet in her arms seemed pathetically small.

“Mr. Faulkner.” Just then, Armand had returned as well.

He passed his coat to the housekeeper and went into the living room, quickly spotting Genevieve and the massive bouquet of black roses.

“It is to celebrate your induction. I asked Steven to order the flowers.”

Only then did Genevieve recover from the shock. “Mando, thank you very much. You don’t have to buy so many flowers to commemorate my induction. These flowers have a brief lifespan.”

Also, black roses are uncommon. How did he obtain so many of them?

“If this bouquet of flowers can make you joyful, then they retain some value,” Armand stated with a deep voice. His remarks caused Genevieve’s heart to begin racing.

I did not anticipate this indifferent man to utter such cheesy words…

Armand lowered his head and gazed at her arms. “How long more are you going to hold this bouquet of black roses of unknown origin?”

Genevieve detected the displeasure in his tone.

She also understood that Armand had witnessed the middle-aged man delivering flowers to her in the afternoon. That was why he let Steven order a thousand of those flowers for her.

Then, she quickly tossed the bouquet of black roses in her hand to Maria and said, “Maria, take it and throw it away!”

“Oh, okay.” Maria hurriedly left with the flowers in her arms.

She had assumed that the bouquet of black roses Genevieve was holding was also from Armand, but it appeared that this was not the case.

When he saw Genevieve’s actions, Armand’s eyebrows relaxed, and he appeared happier.

Genevieve rushed over to him when she saw him walk over to the couch and sit down. She poured him a cup of coffee and asked, “Mando, what would you like for dinner?”

She had stated before that she would cook for Armand and the others when her job position was confirmed.

Armand’s hand paused for a moment as he held the cup, and his lips twitched. “Anything will do for dinner.”

Just as Genevieve got up to go to the kitchen, he continued to mock in a low voice, “Anything as long as

it’s not cooked by you. I’d like to live for a while longer.”

“I’m actually quite good at cooking,” Genevieve refuted in a soft voice. “I just need more practice.”

Armand said, “There are many housekeepers at home, so you don’t have to cook. If you really want to

thank me, you should quickly adapt to your work at Central Group. I’m soon traveling to Mapleton to

discuss opportunities of collaboration with them.”

Genevieve could sense his implication that he wished to take her there. “Okay, I understand.”

In fact, the other day when they attended the dinner party, Armand had unintentionally reminded her that

she had to rely on herself as well, as the assistance she received from others was only temporary.

Even if she was currently riding on Armand’s coattails, they would eventually drift apart.

She had to take advantage of every opportunity to gain experience in the hopes that she would be able

to manage Specter Corporation once she regained control of it.

Approximately half an hour later, Steven returned.

Steven walked into the room with a tired face and looked at the huge bouquet of black roses. “Mrs.

Faulkner, do you like this bouquet of black roses?” he asked.

Genevieve nodded, “Yes, I like it.”

There were so many of those roses, not to mention that black roses were rare as well. Every woman’s

heart would race upon seeing this sight.

“It must have been difficult to get so many black roses, wasn’t it?”

“No, not at all. I’m delighted that you like them.” Steven smiled faintly, recalling the past afternoon when

he had made over a hundred calls just to gather that many black roses.

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