My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1367 All Men Like Big Breasts

Genevieve's gaze lingered on Scarlette's chest for two seconds before shifting away. “Even though we're not work partners outside of work hours, I'd still prefer if you called me Mrs. Faulkner.”

“Then I'll call you Mrs. Faulkner,” Scarlette said with a laugh, quickly changing the subject to ask Genevieve if they both enjoyed DIY.

Scarlette had recently joined Genevieve Orsi Productions and was still a newcomer in the entertainment industry. Her character development plan had not yet been finalized by the company, so she had quite a bit of free time during this period. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She found out about a nice pottery shop on a certain app and decided to go there to DIY a couple of mugs as gifts.

Perhaps Scarlette and Armand have known each other since they were young, as she didn't consider herself an outsider at all. She sat next to them and joined in their conversation.

However, she only chatted with Genevieve, as Armand was busy working and didn't even glance at her.

“Mr. Faulkner is so thoughtful,” Scarlette chuckled confidently, “It seems this mug is definitely meant for Mrs. Faulkner.”

She turned her head again and said to Genevieve, “Out of the dozen or so children in the Faulkner family, he's the one who speaks the least and always seems like he doesn't want to interact with anyone. It seems that marriage can indeed change a person's character.”

“I see Mando hasn't changed much; he's still a man of few words and doesn't like to socialize, right?” Genevieve hinted.

Scarlette was taken aback.

Genevieve gave her a faint smile and said, “I like Mando just the way he is, as long as he's good to me. Who doesn't like being favored?”

Genevieve gave her a faint smile and said, “I like Mando just the way he is, as long as he's good to me. Who doesn't like being favored?”

“Well, that's true.” Scarlette quickly laughed as well.

Scarlette and Genevieve chatted about work for a while, and then Scarlette got up to join a potter. She put on an apron and began learning pottery from the other person.

Genevieve glanced at her chest again and asked Armand with a hint of jealousy, “Are her breasts really big?”

Armand casually glanced at Scarlette, then lowered his head to meticulously trace the pattern of Genevieve Orsi on the cup.

He answered nonchalantly, “It's all right.”

“I've seen her measurements on her profile, her bust is almost twenty centimeters,” Genevieve said, knowing that he wasn't really concerned about Scarlette. She felt a bit sour, but more than that, she

was envious.

Women are like this: when they see a beauty more attractive than themselves, they can't help but feel a mix of jealousy, love, and admiration.

Genevieve asked, “I heard that holding big breasts is very comfortable, is that true?”

Armand paused his work and looked at Genevieve, unable to help but laugh as he said, “Everyone has different tastes, and I don't like Scarlette's style. I only like you.”

“The touch is nice, and it fits perfectly in one hand,” he whispered into Genevieve's ear.

Genevieve's ears turned slightly red from the teasing, but at the same time, she was quite satisfied with his answer.

After taking a break, Genevieve continued working on the mug. She drew a few cartoon characters on the body of the cup and also added the initials of her and her child's names.

Fortunately, this step went quite smoothly, with hardly any mistakes.

Finally, Genevieve carefully brushed the paint onto the cup's surface. When she finished, she noticed that Armand's mug was also completed.

The entire mug was adorned with her favorite shade of green and featured a beautifully crafted illustration of Genevieve Orsi. The handle was intricately carved to resemble intertwining vines, making it exceptionally elegant.

Genevieve couldn't wait to see how beautiful this mug would look once it was baked.

As Genevieve carried the mug toward the furnace, she didn't pay attention to her footing. Suddenly, her calf collided with a hard object, causing her to stumble and almost send the mug flying out of her hands.

Genevieve steadied the mug on the tray, standing firm after being frightened, her back drenched in sweat.

The sudden mishap caused Armand's face to change. He squatted down and saw a faint bruise on Genevieve's calf. It turned out that she had accidentally bumped into a small table while walking.

The table still had a utility knife on it, with an incredibly sharp blade.

Fortunately, Genevieve didn't walk too fast, so she stopped when she bumped into the corner. Otherwise, the utility knife on the table would have fallen and sliced open the skin on her calf.