My Husband Is A Gary Stu
Chapter 920

y Stu
Chapter 920
Armand cleared his throat. “Granddad, I'm not a petty person.”
“Pfft! I've seen through you since a long time ago.” Herbert snorted and stuffed a credit card into Genevieve's hand. “Genev, go and get yourself some
more nice clothes. Swipe my card, okay?”
Feeling amused by Herbert's authoritative tone, Genevieve giggled. She then leaned over and kissed the old man's cheek before holding Armand's
arm and stepping out of the residence.
Once they were out of the Zeigler residence, Armand suddenly bent over and leaned closer to her.
“What's wrong with you? Why are you getting jealous of my granddad?” Genevieve was utterly speechless. Holding Armand's face, she gave him a
huge kiss, too. “Is this enough?”
“Yep.” Satisfied, Armand held her hand as they headed toward the open-air parking lot.
Damian, Herbert's driver, was assigned to give them a ride. “Ms. Genevieve, where do you feel like going with Mr. Armand? If you plan to shop for
nice clothes, Greenery Mall is an ideal place. There are various branded boutiques over there.”
“Okay! Send us to Greenery Mall then,” Genevieve replied cheerfully.
She took Armand's hand and fiddled with it before asking abruptly, “If anyone takes our pictures on the streets, do you think my current identity will
affect your advancement in the political sector?”
Damian chimed in, “Of course not. I bet Mr. Armand's career path will be smooth all the way as long as General Zeigler is around.”
Undeniably, Armand was competent, and he did not need Herbert's help as he had connections in the military and political world. Now that the Zeigler
family was backing him up, it would be a certainty that nobody would have the guts to spell him trouble.
Genevieve chuckled and leaned against Armand's shoulder, teasing, “Mr. Armand, how does it feel living off your wife?”
Armand arched an eyebrow and responded, “Not bad.”
Upon reaching Greenery Mall, Genevieve asked Damian to take a spin elsewhere before dropping by to fetch them at half past five later that day.

It had been a while since Genevieve last went shopping. As a fashionable woman, she was interested in the new series of clothes displayed by
various boutiques, so she dragged Armand along to visit boutique after boutique, asking for his opinion after trying on the clothes.
Armand kissed her ear, murmuring gently, “My gorgeous wife looks good in anything. Buy them all.”
No words could describe how envious the salesperson felt. “Miss, your boyfriend really pampers you. He waits patiently for you while you're in the
fitting room and even squats down to help you put on your heels. The other clients' boyfriends are a stark contrast to him. Right after they enter our
boutique with their girlfriends, many are stuck on the couch without moving at all. It's as though they have lost every bit of their energy in a split
second.”
“He's not my boyfriend. He's my husband.” Genevieve lifted her chin with a hint of pride and blissfulness written all over her face. “I agreed to be his
wife just because he pampers me.”
After looking around in a few boutiques, Genevieve felt a little tired.
Armand whipped out a pair of cozy slippers he had bought previously for her to change into. After that, he thought of taking her for some desserts so
she could have a short break.
However, Genevieve suddenly dragged him into a nearby shop selling traditional gowns.
She scanned the shop and noticed about a hundred types of fabric on the display racks on both sides of the shop. However, there were not more
than ten ready-made traditional gowns hung near the cashier. Only then did she realize the shop specialized in custom-made traditional gowns.
Genevieve had gotten herself familiar with the fashion world since a long time ago and would usually purchase clothes from common international
brands. Therefore, she had a perspective that traditional gowns were far too old-fashioned for her and only suited women about her grandmother's
age.
Surprisingly, she thought the traditional gowns in the shop were quite pretty.
The salesperson who was tidying the fabric stepped forward with a smile. “Miss, are you planning to get a custom-made traditional gown?”
Genevieve hummed in response before a light green gown caught her eye. “What's the size of this gown? Can I try it on?”
In actuality, all the traditional gowns on the hanging pole were only samples for display, but seeing that Genevieve seemed to take an immediate
liking to one of the gowns, the salesperson decided to make an exception. Not to mention, the sight of Armand who was carrying handfuls of
shopping bags caused the salesperson to have a hunch that he was filthy rich and extravagant in spending.
After measuring Genevieve's bust and waist sizes by eye, she took the gown down for her. “What a coincidence. This size fits you.”

My Husband Is A Gary Stu
Chapter 919
Elliot and Avery
Chapter 2085
The Alpha Claimed Me Deeply
Chapter 50
Next, she led Genevieve to the fitting room and poured a cup of coffee for Armand.
Armand put the shopping bags on the couch and took a seat. He had just taken a sip of the coffee before Genevieve stepped out of the fitting room in
the light green traditional gown.

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

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