My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“I just wanted to have a chat with him since we're from the same country, but...” Johanna pouted. “He just has that grim expression on his face and refused to talk to me.”

Johana did all the talking when she tried to strike a conversation with Frank. Moreover, throughout the whole process, they had their backs facing everyone.

That was why everyone present thought they did not talk much to each other.

“He's a Chanaean but grew up in Lostaria,” Zephyr responded with a faint smile. He felt a surge of heat in his throat when he stroked Johanna's skin with his fingers.

After putting the glass of champagne on the table, he wrapped his hand around Johanna's waist. “Come on, let's go and have fun elsewhere.”

Johanna hummed in acknowledgment. Before leaving, she glanced at Frank and noticed he was standing next to Alston. He still looked indifferent even when he was listening to what his boss was saying.

She could not help but wonder how Genevieve got to know Frank. How did they get acquainted since Genev had never been to Lostaria and Frank grew up in Lostaria? But if Genev knows these Lostarian mafias...

Johanna tilted her head to look at Zephyr, hoping he could answer her doubt. However, when she thought of how Genevieve nearly lost her life when Amanda faked her death and the fact that the sly and cruel Zephyr was with the mafia, she decided to keep mum.

She did not want to risk putting Genevieve in danger.

When they were both seated in the car, Zephyr made Johanna sit on his lap.

He stuck his fingers into her bra strap and said, “Kitty, do you know the way you dressed today has aroused all the men? I could tell they all wanted to rip your skirt apart.”

Johanna tried not to let his remark get to her. She responded with a faint smile and said, “I'm a fashion designer, so I know how to dress up well. I have to doll myself up a little to make you proud, right?”

“Really?” Zephyr arched his brows and retracted his hand from the bra strap, which went loose and fell from her shoulder.

He asked with a smirk, “You dressed like this for my sake?”

“Of course!” Johanna ran her fingers across his lips and inched closer, but when they were about to lock lips, she pulled herself away. “Do you not like it?”

“I like it.” Zephyr pulled her closer when she was trying to distance herself. “But I like your sweet nothings more.”

The car drove out of the city, gradually passed through a forest, and headed to the castle on the mountain.

The next day, Zephyr received a call early in the morning.

He answered it with his eyes shut, and when he learned that he needed to make a trip to his office to attend to an emergency, he immediately ended the call and was about to get out of bed.

The woman beside him sensed his movement and embraced him.

“Where are you going?” she muttered while tilting her head to look at the man.

Her porcelain-white skin was exposed as only half of her body was covered in a blanket, and her black hair spread like feathers on a pillow. Her eyelashes remained cast downward as if she was not ready to wake up.

Zephyr was utterly fond of her delicate facial features. She looks gorgeous even without makeup.

He brushed the hair that was covering Johanna's face aside with his fingers, gave her a kiss on the lips, and smiled faintly. “I need to go to the office to do some work. You're free to do what you want for the entire day.”