My Husband Is a Gary Stu

chapter 168

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 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