My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 394

Drinking More Water Armand was stunned. “Aren’t the oranges enough?” With her mouth stuffed with

oranges, Genevieve mumbled, “Vomiting just now has made me a little hungry. You can just drop me at

the barbeque restaurant. I’ll take a cab home myself when I’m done.” Armand rubbed his temple before

asking Steven to find a barbeque restaurant. Steven had sharp eyes, and he quickly found a place.

Arriving at the restaurant, Genevieve was about to get out by herself when Armand bent down and

carried her. He had circled over to her side as soon as the car had stopped in front of the entrance.

Genevieve had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck. Armand did not notice it before when

they were at the bar, but at this moment, being in such close proximity to Genevieve, he could smell a

milky scent on her. There was no sign of the scent of roses she usually emitted. Suspecting nothing,

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Armand was even impressed at how sophisticated the perfume industry had become for creating a

fragrance that mimicked the scent of babies. Inside the restaurant, Armand found a seat by the window.

The moment she sat down, Genevieve started flipping through the menu, then called the owner to

place her order almost immediately after. “I want this, this, and this…” Once she was done, she handed

the menu to Armand, who shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”

“Do you want some beer?” the owner asked. Genevieve shook her head. “Just get me a can of Sprite

at room temperature.” Feeling excited over the barbecue, Genevieve took out an orange from her

pocket and had it after peeling it. Armand couldn’t help but smile. “Why didn’t I notice you love fruits

that much before?” “It’s winter. I’m feeling dehydrated,” Genevieve replied nonsensically as she popped

another piece of orange into her mouth. “The oranges this season are pretty good too.” Armand was at

a loss for words. Shouldn’t you be drinking more water instead? Don’t people consume oranges to get

a sugar boost? Armand continued watching her in silence without taking her seriously. When

Genevieve looked up, he averted his gaze and took out a cigarette and a lighter. Genevieve couldn’t

help but comment, “It’s easy to get cancer if you smoke too much…”

Armand was about to light the cigarette between his lips when he heard those words. Subsequently, he

put it back into its box. Soon, the food and Sprite Genevieve ordered arrived. Armand leaned back in

his chair languidly as he watched her eat, occasionally taking a sip of his coffee. “Are you living with

Jack now?” Genevieve briefly froze before continuing to chew on her chicken wing. “No. He has his

own stuff to take care of.” Armand’s spirits lifted a little after he heard her reply. When he saw that there

were plenty of leftovers and she had stopped after only eating two chicken wings, he asked, “You’re

done?” “I’m full.” Genevieve was just satisfying her craving. She was well aware that she had to stay

away from such food during her pregnancy. She had expected Armand to accuse her of wasting food.

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Instead of doing so, he just finished what was left. When he was done and had settled the bill, he

walked over to carry her in his arms. Genevieve wrapped her arms around his neck and accidentally

brushed her lips across it.

Armand remained expressionless even though his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. As their car sped

toward Regality Gardens, the milky scent on Genevieve’s body became increasingly obvious. Seeing

that she was playing with her phone, Armand asked, “Have you been ordering takeout for all your

meals?” Genevieve did not respond. Armand leaned over to her side and called out, “Genevieve?” His

unique scent alerted her to his approach. She turned her head and looked at him in surprise. “What is

it?”

“Did you not hear me when I was talking to you?” Taken aback, Genevieve touched her left ear and

replied, “Marilyn slapped me when I was at the Faulkner residence. Ever since then, I lost my hearing

in the left ear and the doctor said that it couldn’t be cured.”

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