My Husband Is a Gary Stu

The next morning, Armand unlocked the bedroom door with a spare key after he was done making breakfast. When he entered, he saw Genevieve sprawled on the bed while the blanket was on the floor.

He picked up the blanket and leaned in to kiss Genevieve. “Babe, I was wrong. I shouldn't have allowed a woman's perfume to get on my body. Forgive me, will you? I've made your favorite pasta for breakfast. Wake up and eat, okay?”

Genevieve shoved him away and buried her head under her pillow.

Normally, she would be okay once I've coaxed her. What's wrong with her today? Why is she still ignoring me? She's still angry, isn't she? Armand checked the time and realized that he had work to do, so he left.

Not long after he left, Genevieve got out of bed to wash up. When she arrived downstairs, she saw the food on the dining table. There was even a vase with a bouquet of bell orchids in it.

While peeling an egg, Lucian raised his gaze toward Genevieve and asked, “Mommy, did you and Daddy have a fight?”

“He did wrong by me,” Genevieve answered coldly. “He was sitting so near a woman during dinner that her perfume got on his shirt. When I asked him about it, he said I was being unreasonable!”

Lucian shook his head. “Jealous women are scary.”

Genevieve slammed her utensils on the table and glared at Lucian. “What? Your daddy did something wrong! Do you want a stepmother? Is that it?”

Lucian shrank back in response and kept mum. Mommy is scary when she's angry.

After breakfast, Genevieve brought her kids to Johanna's house.

Johanna saw how grumpy Genevieve looked when she arrived and how she didn't say a word before leaving.

Puzzled, Johanna asked Lucian, “What's with your mom? She's not even talking to me.”

“Mommy is angry because Daddy went out for dinner last night and came back with a woman's perfume on his shirt. When Mommy asked him about it, he said she was being unreasonable,” Lucian answered.

Johanna scoffed and said, “How could that happen if he didn't get close to a woman? If you ask me, Armand isn't completely innocent in this!”

While those two were talking, Timothy walked in with a bouquet of camellias and asked, “What's the problem?”

Johanna turned toward him and asked, “Didn't you say you were going to work?”

Timothy chuckled and gave her the bouquet of camellias. “I lied! I went out to pick flowers for you.”

Surprised, Johanna took the flowers. When he came to wake me up this morning, he asked me what flowers I like. I mentioned camellias, didn't I? Did he really go out to pick me a bouquet of camellias?

Johanna felt warmth rushing through her. A few seconds later, she looked at Timothy sternly and asked, “Why did you give me flowers all of a sudden? Did you do something wrong?”

Before Timothy could answer, Amanda chimed in, “That's because I see Daddy giving flowers to Mommy every day, and he plants them himself too! I thought Uncle Tim could be more romantic toward you, Aunt Jojo. That's why I told Uncle Tim to give you flowers. However, I didn't expect him to act so swiftly.”

After breakfast, Genevieve brought her kids to Johanna's house.

“Your dod plonts his own flowers?” Johonno wos shocked.

“Of course! Doddy loves Mommy. He got people to build o few greenhouses so thot he could grow flowers!” Amondo onswered proudly.

Johonno wos in owe. “I didn't know your dod hos o green thumb! He's o romontic, huh?”

“Dorling, I'm o romontic os well!” Timothy quickly uttered. “I seorched oll over Jodeborough to find these comellios, you know? I plucked them myself!”

Initiolly, the monsion hod o greenhouse with flowers in them. However, the greenhouse then become Johonno's workshop, so the flowers were moved outside.

Seeing os Johonno wos surrounded by flowers every doy, Timothy hod thought there wos no point in giving her more flowers.

However, during the conversotion he hod with Amondo, he reolized thot it would hove o different meoning if he were to give Johonno flowers thot didn't come from the greenhouse.

At the some time, he reolized thot Johonno deserved romontic gestures os well.