My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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chapter 168

When the tattoo artist noticed Genevieve was typing on her phone’s notepad app, he instantly

understood that she could not speak. After a brief pause, he replied, “It depends on the size of the tattoo.

If the tattoo isn’t big, we can draw another design on top of it.” Genevieve nodded before turning to look

at Armand, who was standing behind her. She then wrote: Are you going to take it off yourself, or do I

have to help you? Armand was then reminded that he had said something similar to her back at the

hotel. He did not expect her to return the favor this soon. A faint look of helplessness could be seen on

his otherwise cold expression as he quickly took off his shirt. The tattoo artist took a good look at

Armand’s strong and muscular upper body. “Is your boyfriend a model? His body is amazing. I won’t get

to achieve this body even when I go to the gym,” he said with a look of envy. Genevieve typed: Sir, I’m

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here for you to remove his tattoo. Not for you to look at his body. She then pointed at Armand’s chest.

The tattoo artist quickly spotted the thumb-sized light purple bellflower tattooed onto Armand’s chest.

“That’s such a small tattoo. It’ll only take a few minutes to remove it. Young lady, why don’t you take a

look at what tattoos you would like to be tattooed on your boyfriend?” the tattoo artist said as he gestured

for Armand to take a seat on the chair. He then went to prepare his tools. Genevieve sat next to the

coffee table and flipped open the book that contained pictures of tattoo designs. Every page had a large

tattoo pattern. There was even a drawing of Jesus. Armand tilted his head to the side slightly as he

remained seated in the chair. When he saw Genevieve flipping through the book of tattoo designs, his

eyes twitched. “This tattoo really does not have anything to do with Marilyn,” he explained once again.

Genevieve looked at him as the doubt in her eyes grew stronger. She then replied: Don’t you know that

the more you explain, the more it seems as if you’re trying to cover something up? Armand fell silent.

“Choose whatever you wish,” he stated in the end. When Genevieve noticed the helpless look on

Armand’s face, she quickly held up the book to cover her face so that she could smile secretly. After the

tattoo artist cleanly removed the tattoo from Armand’s chest, Genevieve passed a drawing over to him.

There was a small, light green flower drawn on it. “Isn’t this a Genevieve Orsi?” The tattoo artist was able

to recognize the drawing just after a glance. “Is there even a green one?” Nodding, Genevieve typed:

There isn’t one now, but there will be after you tattoo it onto him. The tattoo artist instantly understood.

“There are hundreds of couples who come to get tattoos from me. Most of them only tattooed each

other’s faces, names, birthdays, and more. Your choice is particularly unique, young lady!” he

commented with a smile. Genevieve tapped her cheek with her finger as she smiled, remaining silent. Of

course my choice is unique. I drew it myself! Genevieve requested for the tattoo to be about the size of a

thumb, as long as it was able to cover the muzzle of the gun on Armand’s chest. However, because the

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Genevieve Orsi had a lot of petals stacked on top of one another, it took the tattoo artist a long time to

get it done. As he drew, he chatted with Genevieve, “Why don’t you get a tattoo as well, young lady?

What about something like your boyfriend’s zodiac sign, or even birthdays and initials if you’re looking for

a smaller tattoo?” Genevieve glanced at the tattoo needle vibrating as it jabbed in and out of Armand’s

chest. Breaking out into a cold sweat, she shook her head firmly. She then typed: No, thanks. She did

not have as much willpower and endurance as Armand had. Armand’s expression did not even change

as he sat there getting the tattoo. Genevieve was afraid of pain. If that tattoo needle ever came into

contact with her skin, she would probably scream so loud that glass would shatter. After more than an

hour, the tattoo artist was finally finished. “Done,” he announced as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

The Genevieve Orsi was indeed very small as it covered the muzzle of the gun. Its green color was also

very faint. It was nearly invisible if seen from afar. Not only that, but the tattoo artist was highly skilled.

The small flower looked almost real. Genevieve lightly touched the flower with a finger. She felt as

though she was the one growing on Armand’s chest instead. A feeling of satisfaction welled up within

her. It did not matter what tattoo he had before this, or if it was done because of another woman. Right

now, there was a Genevieve Orsi tattooed on his chest—a one and only green Genevieve Orsi.

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