My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Given that the mafia used powerful guns, the recoil that ensued was just as strong. Hence, Johanna was lucky that Zephyr absorbed most of the impact while holding her hand.

Zephyr praised Johanna unreservedly, “Not bad. Your first shot is really accurate.”

After putting some distance between herself and Zephyr, Johanna suddenly pointed the gun at his forehead, shocking everyone inside the room.

Without any hesitation, they frantically whipped out their guns and aimed at Johanna.

Nevertheless, Zephyr gestured for his subordinates to put away their weapons. Despite staring down the barrel of a gun, he didn't even flinch.

Instead, he questioned her, “Are you really that impatient to try your skills on me right after firing your first shot?”

Despite his relaxed posture and look of amusement, Johanna kept her finger on the trigger. Even though she was staring daggers at him, she failed to muster enough courage to pull the trigger.

After a standoff that lasted a few minutes, Johanna released her grip and returned the gun to the man in a suit.

Curling his lips into a smile, Zephyr put his arm around her shoulders and wrapped her in his imposing embrace. “What do you feel like having for dinner? I know a Ferropenian restaurant nearby that's good.”

“I don't feel like eating,” Johanna responded icily. “I just want to puke.”

When she was at the racecourse, her stomach had churned badly from the horse's wild gallop. After that, she was brought to the casino, where she was forced to witness the gruesome scene from a moment ago.

“Fine, go ahead.” Zephyr led her to the washroom where she could do so. At the same time, he ordered a new dress to be brought to her.

An hour later, both of them were sharing a meal in a Chanaean restaurant.

Having puked twice to the extent of emptying her stomach, Johanna found the beef broth to be exceptionally appetizing. Once she had gulped it down, the color on her cheeks began to return.

As for Zephyr, he wasn't a fan of Chanaean cuisine other than those cooked by Johanna. Hence, he put down his cutlery after just taking two mouthfuls.

Leaning back languidly into his chair, Zephyr held his chin as he admired the way Johanna was eating. “When you were in high school, your dad had a gambling addiction. Not only was he forced to sell everything he had, but he also divorced your mother. Later on, your mother sent you to study in Loang while she got married to Timothy's father.”

Johanna didn't comment, as the information he had obtained meant nothing to her.

Staring at Johanna's plump earlobes, Zephyr stroked them gently as he continued, “Johanna, your mother abandoned you, whereas your relatives avoided you due to your father's addiction. You're essentially an orphan who doesn't have anyone in this world. As for Timothy, he's nothing but a philanderer, while you're just one of the passing women in his life. After such a long time, he might even have forgotten you.”

Johanna responded by putting down her fork and taking a sip of coffee. “The way you're behaving now reminds me of certain men. When they see the woman they like with another man, they will slander the husband in front of her, as if to tell her that they are the best for her. Therefore...”

She gave his collar a tug, forcing him to look down at her. “Have you fallen for me?”