My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“I'll not disturb you guys then. I'll go check on Asel.”

Timothy knew the best resort for him was to leave, or else he might start insulting Hector, and Johanna might come to his defense.

Hector's gaze followed Timothy as the latter walked out of the greenhouse. When he was gone, Hector gave a wry chuckle. “When I heard he was your ex-husband, I thought I could ask you out for dinner tonight and ask if you could give me a chance...”

However, he was not expecting Johanna's ex-husband to be more handsome and richer than he was.

“Is there still a possibility for us?” he asked.

“Well, there are limitless opportunities for our work partnership, but getting together? I don't think so.” Johanna drew a clear-cut boundary between them.

“Is it because he's wealthier?” he inquired, still refusing to give up.

“Hector, I rake in more than a hundred million annually from Renamarc. Even if I lead a lavish life, it's more than enough,” she answered with a smile. “You don't know Timothy. He gets jealous easily, and when he does, he can be really nasty. He would make sure other guys know who they are dealing with if they get too close to me.”

Hector tried to recall their interaction from before. “I guess I should consider myself lucky then. He didn't do anything to me.”

After a while, he asked again, “Do you still love him?”

Johanna did not answer right away. She tidied up the design drafts and put them all in a file. “Well, I didn't agree to go to Petalgrove with you after I got a divorce. I stayed in the house he bought and allowed him free rein to come to visit our daughter. What do you think?”

Hector understood what she meant, but when he looked up at her profile again, he still could not get over her.

“If both of you don't work out in the end, I hope you'll still consider me.” Hector felt he should still make one last push for what he wanted.

He really admired Johanna. She was a motivated and talented woman.

“I believe in him, and I believe in my choice of man,” she insisted with a glimmer of confidence in her smile as she passed a document to Hector. “I'll go have lunch with them first, then. See you around.”

Back in the house, the nanny was with Asel beside the floor-to-ceiling window. She was helping the child with some baby exercises under the sun.

When the nanny saw Timothy coming in, she got up and greeted him.

It had been some time since Timothy last saw his daughter, which was back at the hospital. The baby had grown a lot and now looked chubby and cute.

When she saw Timothy, she waved her limbs at him, giggling and babbling.

“She knows you're her dad,” the nanny remarked, also smiling.

“Come here. Let me carry you,” Timothy cooed. He picked her up the way the people at the hospital had taught him. When he brought her closer, a sweet-smelling scent of milk came rushing at him.

Asel seemed happy and burbled in his embrace.

Timothy pecked her across her clothes, knowing that it would be dangerous to kiss her directly as she was still very young.