My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 737

She turned the plate of fruits to Armand, who had yet spoken a word, and said, “Peel me an orange.”

Armand put down his lighter, wiped his hands clean with a hot towel, and took an orange. He peeled

the skin and the pith off before placing the orange on a small plate.

Nathalia turned the small plate toward herself and ate happily. “Armand, you're more obedient than her

one-night stand.”

Sylvie was stunned when she heard that.

Jack stared at Nathalia coldly and asked, “You could see everything she did?”

“I have all the memories of her growing up.” Nathalia suddenly leaned toward Jack and put her arm

over his shoulder.

With a finger pointing at the man sitting opposite, Nathalia whispered into Jack's ear, “She has slept

with that celebrity a few times before. If I'm not mistaken, ever since last year's New Year's day, they

had been staying together and sleeping in each other's arms.”

Jack grabbed Nathalia's hand and squeezed it hard.

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He knew it was Genevieve's body, so he had only used less than half of his strength. Still, Nathalia

gasped in pain, and a red mark was left on her wrist.

Armand's gaze darkened, but he didn't show any unusual expression.

Right then, the servers came in and served up the dishes. The male server from before went in as well,

and he served Nathalia a glass of cocktail.

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The male server was wearing a black-and-white uniform, which outlined his pair of long legs and a

sturdy figure. He looked rather attractive.

Nathalia took a sip of her cocktail and smiled. “This is nice.”

She then opened her purse and took out a couple of bills. Instead of giving them straight to the male

server, she placed a note in between her fingers and reached out toward the male server. “Do you want

the money or my phone number?”

Her voice was placid and alluring.

Veins were popping on Jack's forehead. He then glared mercilessly at the male server to warn him

silently. It was as if he would chop off the male server's hands if the latter decided to take the note.

The male server sensed the murderous intent in Jack's stare, so he took the bills and left in a hurry.

“You don't have to get jealous.” Nathalia chuckled. She wasn't happy with him chasing her prey away.

“I'm not her.”

Nathalia picked up her fork and was about to dig in.

She pushed the plate of shrimps toward Jack. “I want some shrimps. Peel some for me.”

Seeing that Jack was ignoring her, Nathalia pursed her lips and pushed the plate of shrimps toward

Armand instead.

“I dare you to peel them!” Jack glared at Armand.

Although the woman before his eyes wasn't Genevieve, he still wasn't willing to see any man doing her

favors, especially Bruce.

Armand lifted his hand and lowered it again after he heard those words.

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Nathalia didn't want to bicker with Jack. Hence, she pushed the plate of shrimps toward Sylvie and

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ordered, “You do it, then.”

Sylvie would soak her hands in milk every night so that she would have beautiful hands. Plus, she had

just done her nails a few days ago. All this while, I was pampered and treated like a queen. People

would peel shrimps for me. How am I supposed to know how to peel them?

Jack had kept silent, so Sylvie was afraid that something would happen to her if she refused. Thus, she

gritted her teeth and began peeling the shrimps.

Since she had long nails, she was having trouble peeling them. Left with no choice, she pulled the

manicure on her thumb off.

Soon, she was done peeling all the shrimps. Nathalia ate in satisfaction, savoring the tasty shrimps.

She ordered another plate of shrimps and two crabs.

Sylvie was so busy peeling shrimps and crabs that she didn't even have the time to take a sip of water.

By the time she was done, her fingers were reddened and swollen.

Once Nathalia was done eating, she put her fork aside.

After that, when she was taking her phone out of her purse, she whipped out an emerald and tossed it

toward Sylvie. “Treat it as a payment for your service.”

Sylvie caught the emerald and took a closer look. This is the emerald sold off at an auction last year.

The shape and color are perfect. I think it was sold at a high price of fifty million.

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