My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 98

“This dendrobium competed in a contest before. It costs me more than ten thousand!” Genevieve then tapped the corner of her lips and added with a faint smile, “If this plant is not enough to cheer her up, I can always use my mouth. Anyway, I know that making your grandmother happy is the primary reason behind me marrying you, Mr. Faulkner, and I am confident about fulfilling this task.” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Seeing that she suddenly addressed him differently, Armand frowned but said nothing.

Twenty minutes before seven, the car arrived at the Faulkner residence’s entrance.

The residence owned by the Faulkners was in the most southerly part of the city and initially belonged to an ancient time minister.

As time passed, Harriet got tired of Xedells and thought about returning to Jadeborough. Hence, Ayden Faulkner, her husband, brought the residence through connections and even hired famous architects to renovate the place.

Ever since then, Harriet stayed there.

Year after year, the descendants of the Faulkner family would come from Xedells and gather at this residence whenever there was a festival.

The car now drove past the entrance and was on the road heading toward the main house.

Genevieve noticed both sides of the road were full of sycamore trees. Though they were so large that they almost covered the whole sky, she sensed a romantic ambiance from them.

When she asked Steven about the things Harriet loved, she found out that besides dendrobium, Harriet was in loved with sycamore trees too.

She heard that Jadeborough didn’t have many sycamore trees back then. In order to allow his wife to be able to see them every day, Ayden spent tons of money to get someone to move the sycamore trees to Jadeborough from Xedells.

Genevieve didn’t expect that there would be such a romantic and loyal man in such a wealthy family.

As the guards by the entrance had told the housekeepers in the main house about their arrival earlier, a few housekeepers came out of the house and quickly approached them when Armand got out of the car with Genevieve.

“Mr. Armand, Mdm. Genevieve.”

Genevieve smiled at them and passed the dendrobium to one of the housekeepers after retrieving it from the car.

When she got to the entrance of the building with Armand, she faintly heard footsteps from afar.

The moment she raised her head, she saw a slender figure approaching them at a quick pace. Underneath the pale purple dress, her belly was slightly bulged.

The woman, Marilyn, was elated to see Armand. “Armand,” she called out to him in a delicate yet melodic voice.

Armand, however, merely hummed in response. When he was about to hand his coat to the housekeeper, Marilyn stretched her hands out before anyone else could react. “Give it to me.”

“I’ll take care of it instead.” Genevieve quickly took the coat from him and hung it on the clothes hanger.

Only then did Marilyn notice Genevieve. The former blinked her beautiful eyes rapidly and naturally retracted her hands.

When Genevieve raised her head and got a clear look at Marilyn’s face, she was surprised. “Ms. Wood?”

Genevieve then explained to Armand excitedly, “Darling, she is Ms. Wood. When I studied in Dartan previously, I attended a few of her violin classes. I’m her fan too.” She naturally held his arm as they walked past the entrance.

At the end of her sentence, she turned to Marilyn and asked, “By the way, why are you here, Ms. Wood?”

Marilyn didn’t answer her. She merely stared at Genevieve in silence.

The housekeeper standing next to them didn’t realize the unseen war between the two ladies and replied to Genevieve’s question, “Mdm. Genevieve, she is Mdm. Marilyn, Mr. Samuel’s wife.”

“Is it?” Genevieve raised her brows and smiled. “So you are married to Mr. Samuel. What a coincidence. I should change the way I address you since you’re my sister-in-law.”

“You can continue to address me as Ms. Wood.” In actual fact, the way Genevieve addressed her as “sister-in-law” was ear-piercing to her.

Genevieve refuted, “No, I shouldn’t do that. Since I’m married to Mando, I’m your sister-in-law. With that, it’s only logical to address you by your first name.”

Genevieve turned to face her husband and asked, “Am I right, Darling?”

Upon hearing that, Marilyn felt that Genevieve had slapped her on the face. She bit her lips bitterly, and her body became weak.

Meanwhile, she screamed in her heart, “How dare she!”

The moment the housekeeper led Armand and Genevieve into the house, Harriet had already arrived on the first floor, but she didn’t walk into the living room.

Instead, she stood there silently and listened to the conversation between Genevieve and Marilyn.

From her angle, she could see Marilyn’s slightly ashen face. When she turned her attention to Genevieve again, her eyes were full of admiration.

This granddaughter-in-law does indeed suit my taste.