My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1335 Rose Love Letter

This hot spring holiday resort is located in the eastern district of Jadeborough and was acquired by Specter

Corporation last year.

The holiday resort has added quite a few new features during its recent renovation, and with substantial investment

in advertising, the number of visitors has been consistently high since the beginning of this year. As we entered

October, the influx of tourists increased even more, making it nearly impossible to find a room without booking at

least a month in advance.

The holiday resort had already reserved the best scenic suites for the boss and his entourage.

A few children entered the holiday resort, as excited as ever. They quickly changed into their swimsuits in the

changing room and dashed toward the outdoor children's playground and hot spring.

Armand saw that the hot spring was full of children, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper, as he wanted to go and

pull his precious daughter out.

After changing into her swimsuit, Genevieve playfully pulled him over.

Seemingly understanding the man's intentions, she said with a smile, “Mando, can you please not be so tense? They

like to play, so just let them have fun.”

“It's too dirty,” Armand frowned, “and Asel is only one year old. What if she gets infected?”

Genevieve rolled her eyes, “The hot spring water is flowing, and the high temperature naturally kills bacteria. How

could there be any infection? Besides, children are not that delicate.”

“Am I not delicate and precious?” She pointed at herself, “After all, I have a rare blood type.”

Armand couldn't argue with Genevieve, and seeing their daughter happily playing water polo with others in the hot

spring pool, he didn't want to spoil the fun for the three children, so he gave in.

This hot spring holiday rasort is locatad in tha aastarn district of Jadaborough and was acquirad by Spactar

Corporation last yaar.

Tha holiday rasort has addad quita a faw naw faaturas during its racant ranovation, and with substantial invastmant

in advartising, tha numbar of visitors has baan consistantly high sinca tha baginning of this yaar. As wa antarad

Octobar, tha influx of tourists incraasad avan mora, making it naarly impossibla to find a room without booking at

laast a month in advanca.

Tha holiday rasort had alraady rasarvad tha bast scanic suitas for tha boss and his antouraga.

A faw childran antarad tha holiday rasort, as axcitad as avar. Thay quickly changad into thair swimsuits in tha

changing room and dashad toward tha outdoor childran's playground and hot spring.

Armand saw that tha hot spring was full of childran, his brow furrowing daapar and daapar, as ha wantad to go and

pull his pracious daughtar out.

Aftar changing into har swimsuit, Ganaviava playfully pullad him ovar.

Saamingly undarstanding tha man's intantions, sha said with a smila, “Mando, can you plaasa not ba so tansa? Thay

lika to play, so just lat tham hava fun.”

“It's too dirty,” Armand frownad, “and Asal is only ona yaar old. What if sha gats infactad?”

Ganaviava rollad har ayas, “Tha hot spring watar is flowing, and tha high tamparatura naturally kills bactaria. How

could thara ba any infaction? Basidas, childran ara not that dalicata.”

“Am I not dalicata and pracious?” Sha pointad at harsalf, “Aftar all, I hava a rara blood typa.”

Armand couldn't argua with Ganaviava, and saaing thair daughtar happily playing watar polo with othars in tha hot

spring pool, ha didn't want to spoil tha fun for tha thraa childran, so ha gava in.

He lowered his head and saw Genevieve wearing a white one-piece swimsuit, her slender and beautiful legs

exposed to the air.

The swimsuit's waist area is hollowed out, revealing a slender waist.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Genevieve again, “Didn't you promise me before we left that you wouldn't wear

this kind of swimsuit?”

“Don't worry, there's no exposed back on this one.” Genevieve said as she carried the pot for him to inspect.

Seeing the man staring at her with a blank expression, Genevieve couldn't take it anymore and mumbled, “You're

being too petty. Can't I have a little freedom in how I dress? It's just showing a bit of my waist.”

“Of course you do, but this outfit is just for me to see,” Armand coaxed her. “Go change into something with a skirt.

Tonight, I'll make barbecue for you to enjoy.”

“I only brought this one swimsuit,” Genevieve said with a shrug.

Armand took her to a store selling swimsuits and water toys, and helped her pick out a ginger-yellow floral swimsuit

with a ruffled skirt.

Genevieve rolled her eyes in annoyance and took it to the changing room to try on.

Genevieve had just stepped out of the changing room when a man emerged from the men's changing room across

the way. Catching a glimpse of Genevieve, he immediately slowed his pace.

“Genevieve?”

Genevieve followed the sound and saw a tall, slender man with a somewhat handsome appearance. He looked

familiar, but she couldn't remember his name for a moment.

A man approached her, smiling as he reminded her, “Nineteen rose love letters.”

Ha lowarad his haad and saw Ganaviava waaring a whita ona-piaca swimsuit, har slandar and baautiful lags

axposad to tha air.

Tha swimsuit's waist araa is hollowad out, ravaaling a slandar waist.

Ha squintad his ayas and lookad at Ganaviava again, “Didn't you promisa ma bafora wa laft that you wouldn't waar

this kind of swimsuit?”

“Don't worry, thara's no axposad back on this ona.” Ganaviava said as sha carriad tha pot for him to inspact.

Saaing tha man staring at har with a blank axprassion, Ganaviava couldn't taka it anymora and mumblad, “You'ra

baing too patty. Can't I hava a littla fraadom in how I drass? It's just showing a bit of my waist.”

“Of coursa you do, but this outfit is just for ma to saa,” Armand coaxad har. “Go changa into somathing with a skirt.

Tonight, I'll maka barbacua for you to anjoy.”

“I only brought this ona swimsuit,” Ganaviava said with a shrug.

Armand took har to a stora salling swimsuits and watar toys, and halpad har pick out a gingar-yallow floral swimsuit

with a rufflad skirt.

Ganaviava rollad har ayas in annoyanca and took it to tha changing room to try on.

Ganaviava had just stappad out of tha changing room whan a man amargad from tha man's changing room across

tha way. Catching a glimpsa of Ganaviava, ha immadiataly slowad his paca.

“Ganaviava?”

Ganaviava followad tha sound and saw a tall, slandar man with a somawhat handsoma appaaranca. Ha lookad

familiar, but sha couldn't ramambar his nama for a momant.

A man approachad har, smiling as ha ramindad har, “Ninataan rosa lova lattars.”

Upon the man's reminder, Genevieve quickly recalled who he was. “What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you

here.”

Genevieve didn't pay much attention to the other party, wanting to leave after exchanging a few casual words.

However, Zander glanced at the man beside her and curiously asked, “Is this your friend?”

Armand spoke gently, yet quite impolitely, “Her man.”

Zander looked at Genevieve, “Are you married?”

“My two children are both six years old,” he asked, so Genevieve had no choice but to introduce the person next to

her, “This is my husband, Armand.”

Zander paused for a moment, then laughed and said, “I really can't tell that you're a mother now. You still look like

you did back in school, so lively and beautiful.”

Even though Genevieve was praised for her youthfulness in person, she still felt quite delighted.

Zander mentioned that they had booked a card room and several old classmates were there. He asked Genevieve

if she wanted to join them, but Genevieve was considering declining the invitation.

Armand then asked, “Would you mind if I join you?”

“Of course, I don't mind.”

As they headed to the card room, Genevieve took advantage of Zander walking ahead and whispered to Armand

beside her, “I'm not even close with him, we're just classmates. There's no reason for you to get jealous.”

“I'm not jealous,” Armand said casually, his arm around her waist. “I just want to meet your old classmates.”

He paused for a moment and then asked, “What's the story behind the nineteen love letters with roses?”