My Husband Is A Gary Stu
Chapter 160

Chapter 160 Is That Not The Case
The man who had spoken to Genevieve earlier rushed over as well. His eyes were wide open as he stared at how Armand ate the pasta. “You’re
insane, dude! I was the state champion of the spicy food competition, and I can’t even stomach a single bite of this. But you’re already on the second
bite...” Genevieve had purposely lured Armand into the shop with the intention of making things difficult for him. However, the moment she heard
what the man said, her body straightened up. Armand wasn’t a picky eater, but he didn’t have a freakishly high tolerance for spicy food, either. The
other challenger had gotten first place in a spicy food competition, yet he didn’t even dare to take another bite.
She couldn’t figure out how Armand was doing it. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and his neck was becoming red. It was obvious that
he was trying his best. Genevieve couldn’t quite explain the feeling in her heart. She reached out to snatch his fork away, but he gripped it tightly and
refused to let her do so. He turned his head away and let out a cough. “I’m almost done. It’d be a shame to give up now.” Upon hearing that, she
pulled out her phone as fast as she could and typed: Your voice has already become hoarse. Stop eating! If you faint, I won’t be able to carry you
back. “It’s just a plate of pasta,” Armand persisted. Despite the hoarseness of his voice, his tone was as bland as always.
“If I really can’t take any more, then I’ll give up.” He stared at the remaining pasta and gulped, then had another forkful. Since the day the pasta shop
opened, there had been over a thousand people who had tried to challenge the Devil’s Pasta. Even so, all of them couldn’t go any further than a bite
or two. Right then, however, there was a challenger who still remained totally expressionless even after taking multiple bites of the pasta. Not only the
staff, but the onlookers outside the shop were getting excited.
They completely surrounded Genevieve and Armand. Soon, Armand finished the entire plate of Devil’s Pasta. The look on his face was still as icy as
ever. He took two pieces of tissue paper to wipe his mouth, then turned to the dumbstruck staff beside him and asked, “I don’t have to finish the
sauce, do I?” “No,” the staff mumbled in response. “Get me the prize, then,” Armand said. While speaking, he suddenly turned to the side and let out
two coughs. Genevieve hurriedly opened a bottle of water and passed it to him. The moment he took it, he tipped his head back and swallowed a few
mouthfuls. Genevieve noticed that his forehead was completely covered in sweat. Even the back of his shirt was soaked.
“Here you go, young lady. This is your prize.” The staff took the cat plushy down and passed it to Genevieve. “Nobody has ever succeeded in the
Devil’s Pasta challenge since the day we opened our shop. Your boyfriend is the first! He’s amazing!” Genevieve held the plushy in her arms and
looked at Armand’s drenched shirt. Her eyes flickered, and she couldn’t put her feelings into words.
Armand finished the bottle of water. With the shoebox in his hand, he walked out of the pasta shop with Genevieve. At that moment, it was already
past nine at night, so it was rather cold outside the shop. On their way out, she accidentally bumped her head into the glass door, which caused her
hair tie to become loose. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and down her back. Armand picked up her hair tie and dusted it off. He pulled her to
the side of the shop, gave her the shoebox and the candied fruit, and told her to turn around. Genevieve did as he said. Once she had her back
facing him, she could feel his fingers brush past her ears as he picked up her thick and heavy hair. He proceeded to tie her hair up into a secure
ponytail using the hair tie. After doing so, he even tugged on it to make sure it wouldn’t get loose again.
He seemed to be very proud of himself. When he wanted to take the shoebox back from her, she looked up at him and typed out something in her
notepad to show him. Genevieve: You don’t have to show me this much care, Armand. You have your own work to do. You’ve already done a lot to
compensate me for this injury, so I don’t have any complaints. Of course, it’d be best if we could get a divorce. He read through what she had typed
two times and frowned as if he had suddenly come to an understanding. “Do you think that I came all the way to Springwyn looking for you and

My Husband Is A Gary Stu
Chapter 159
Elliot and Avery
Chapter 2085
The Alpha Claimed Me Deeply
Chapter 50
brought you shopping because I wanted to compensate you for the fact that the person Marilyn hired nearly got you killed? Is that why you’ve been
throwing a tantrum?” Genevieve typed a single “You” on her phone but quickly erased it. Instead, she wrote: Is that not the case?

My
Husband
Is A
Gary
Stu
Elliot
and
Avery
The
Alpha
Claimed
Me
Deeply

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