My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 1309 The Measurement Is Inaccurate

Genevieve was about to stand up when Armand placed one hand on her shoulder, holding her down. With his other

hand, he gently slid his fingers across her beautiful lips, his eyes dark and mysterious.

“Isn't there still the hip measurement to take?”

“I just measured it.” Genevieve sensed danger in the air, her scalp tingling with apprehension. Unfortunately, he

had a firm grip on her shoulder, preventing her from leaving.

Armand, “The measurement is inaccurate, measure it again.”

He took the measuring tape from Genevieve's hand and placed one end at the edge of her lips.

Genevieve seemed to understand the playful mood the man was in. She pursed her lips, then bit one end of the

measuring tape, passing it around his body from behind, and biting the other end as well.

She breathed softly, her cheek brushing against his pants...

Armand, enduring with patience, had veins bulging on his neck. He pulled the measuring tape out of Genevieve's

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mouth and said in a hoarse voice, “Fifteen minutes, huh?”

Genevieve looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I don't do deals that result in a loss.”

Armand felt helpless, and then bent down to pick her up, heading towards the bathroom. “You can set the

conditions, and if I refuse, I'll be your little puppy.”

In the evening, Amanda said she wanted to eat beef ravioli and even volunteered to help make it.

Armand brought the prepared filling and pastry sheets to the dining table. Amanda washed her hands and picked

up a pastry sheet. She scooped a spoonful of filling onto it and skillfully pinched it together.

After making one, she immediately showed it to Genevieve, “How about it, Mommy? My ravioli looks good, right?”

“It looks amazing!” Although her daughter's creation looked more like a bun than a ravioli, Genevieve still praised

her enthusiastically, “Baby's hands are even more skillful than Mommy's.”

Amanda smiled proudly.

Suddenly, she remembered something, wiped her hands clean with a warm towel, and quickly rushed up to the

second floor.

In no time, Amanda came down with a small emerald jar in her hand.

This small emerald jar is shaped like a chimera and was crafted by a master during the early Qing Dynasty. It later

found its way to a Yartran auction.

Armand spent nearly twenty million to purchase it as a birthday gift for Amanda.

Because there is a hole at the bottom, the coins thrown in can be poured out, just like a piggy bank. Every time

Amanda goes out to buy ice cream, she deliberately uses cash and saves the change inside.

It's quite bizarre that a jar worth tens of millions is protecting just a dozen or so coins.

Amanda dug out seven or eight plum blossom coins from the small emerald jar. She washed them several times in

water to disinfect them, and then wiped the moisture off with a dry paper towel.

Genevieve was a bit curious and couldn't help but ask, “Amanda, what are you doing with the coin?”

“Let's put a coin in the ravioli,” Amanda said softly. “I heard that if you find a coin in your ravioli, your wishes will

come true!”

Genevieve teased her, “What do you want? Tell mommy.”

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Amanda was about to speak, but instead she hummed at Genevieve, “I won't say it, because if I do, it won't come

true.”

Amanda originally wanted to hide the coin inside the ravioli she made, but after looking at it from different angles,

she thought the shape of her ravioli wasn't very appealing and the coin would be easily discovered when eaten.

In the end, she entrusted the task to Armand.

Amanda wrapped a few ravioli and then felt tired, so she moved closer to Genevieve and started a conversation,

“Mommy, is Aunt Jojo sick?”

Amanda and Lucian stayed at Timothy's place for two days, but she noticed that Johanna ignored her and little Asel.

Johanna didn't hold Asel and seemed to enjoy sitting on the couch, lost in her thoughts.

Genevieve felt that her child was still young and didn't want her to know about those things.

She simply said, “Your Aunt Jojo isn't sick, she just doesn't like to talk much. So, from now on, you should spend

more time with Lucian and little Asel, okay?”

Amanda didn't ask any further questions and nodded her head, “I will, and I'll also try my best to cheer Aunt Jojo

up!”

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