My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 103
“That’s right. I discovered Mando’s tenderness after I married him.” Genevieve put on a dazzling smile.
She placed the deboned fish on Armand’s plate. “Mando, I know salmon is your favorite. Why don’t you try this fish I cooked and tell me how it tastes?”
The three women might appear to be having an ordinary conversation, but Armand could feel the hostility in the air. He seemed to be able to sense Genevieve’s mischief and retaliation hiding under her sweet smile.
That was the first time Armand felt that having a meal could be such an ordeal. He finished the salmon Genevieve had placed on his plate while wearing a poker face.
She propped up her chin with one hand and asked anticipatingly, “Does the fish taste good?”
“Yes.”
“That’s great.” Genevieve beamed. “I’ll prepare this dish for you every day when we’re back home if you like it.”
At that moment, the housekeeper brought a plate to the living room and placed it in front of Genevieve.
It was a plate of beef pie.
“I specifically asked the housekeeper to prepare this for you. Give it a try,” Harriet said with a smile while pointing at the plate.
“Thank you, Grandma.”
Genevieve did not dare to disregard Harriet’s goodwill. She took a mouthful of the beef pie with a fork and immediately tasted the smell of raw beef in her mouth.
She instinctively spat out the beef pie onto a plate. “Grandma, this beef pie is uncooked…”
“Is it? I thought you were experiencing early pregnancy morning sickness.” The grin on Harriet’s face grew wider. “Now that we’ve mentioned this, you should give birth to more children while you’re still young. I’ll help you take care of the kids.”
Genevieve finally understood the reason behind Harriet’s series of actions.
She looked at the man seated beside her and lowered her head. Genevieve said embarrassingly, “Okay. Mando and I will try our best when we return home…”
Marilyn had had enough. She slammed her fork heavily on the table, causing heads to turn in her direction.
“I-I don’t feel well…” She forced herself to stay calm, suppressing her trembling voice and stood up. “Grandma, Aunt Samantha, I’ll be heading upstairs first. Please enjoy the meal.”
Marilyn staggered when she turned to leave. She had to rely on the housekeeper’s assistance to balance herself.
“Mandy, prepare a serving of Mdm. Marilyn’s favorite macaroni and bring the dish up to her room,” Armand summoned a young housekeeper and gave his orders.
“Yes, Mr. Armand.” Mandy bowed slightly before hurriedly going into the kitchen.
Harriet pretended as if she did not see a thing. She placed some roasted potatoes on Genevieve’s plate and said while wearing a gentle smile, “Here, Genevieve. Try this potato.”
“Okay. Thank you, Grandma.” Genevieve grinned politely.
The atmosphere inside the dining room remained lively and pleasant, completely unaffected by Marilyn’s departure.
After they were done having dinner, Harriet waved at Genevieve. “Vivi, accompany me to take a walk in the garden to help with food digestion.”
Genevieve complied with Harriet’s wish without hesitation. She held the latter’s arm and walked out of the house.
Armand and Samantha went to the living room. Their conversation swiftly shifted to a business-related topic as they chatted.
Since Armand took over the Faulkner family, he had purged all the executives and directors in Faulkner Group aside from Samantha alone.
Putting aside Samantha’s identity as Harriet’s favorite daughter, Samantha had supported Armand and provided him with significant help during the family’s power struggle in the past. Therefore, Armand had given Samantha the authority to run a few overseas companies after Faulkner Group’s operation stabilized.
Notwithstanding the fact that everyone in the Faulkner family was business-minded people, Samantha had undoubtedly proven herself to be a capable person. Armand could rest assured, letting her handle the few overseas companies.
After that, he gave her not only part of Faulkner Group’s shares but also some of Central Group’s shares.
Samantha grabbed the box of cigarettes on the table and lit one up after they were done discussing business-related matters. “The girl you chose is not bad. At the very least, your grandma is very fond of her.”
Armand merely grunted in response.
Samantha puffed twice on her cigarette before saying half-heartedly, “I heard my mother deliberately arranged for you to go to the hotel and sent a wealthy young lady who fancies you there to force you to get married. However, an unexpected issue happened halfway through. As a result, the room the young lady went to was not the room you were staying in.”
She paused briefly before continuing, “Do you think this issue was due to fate or human intervention?” Samantha looked up and gazed at the indifferent man seated on the other end of the couch.
