My Husband Is a Gary Stu

CHAPTER 1287 FEED YOU ONE BITE AT A TIME?

Johanna's face darkened, and she thought about getting up and leaving.

Zephyr quickly held her down and turned the hairdryer back on, gently coaxing, “Alright, no kisses then. Let me help you dry your hair; you can't sleep with wet hair.”

Johanna found herself mostly enveloped by the man, unable to walk away. She had no choice but to let him help her dry her hair.

Johanna's hair was quite soft and not very thick, so it dried quickly.

The zephyr gently passed through the woman's jet-black hair, carrying a faint scent of citrus. He lowered his head to take a sniff, and couldn't help but plant a soft kiss on the nape of her neck.

Afterward, Zephyr unplugged the hairdryer.

Hearing the doorbell ring, he walked over and opened the door. It was the waiter who had brought the warmed milk.

The living room in a Jetroinian-style house doesn't have a bed; instead, people sleep on a woven mat. After entering the living room, Zephyr placed the cup of milk next to the sleeping mat.

“After drinking the milk, you'll sleep better,” he advised before leaving.

Johanna didn't even glance at the cup of hot milk. She waited until the living room door had been closed for a while before picking up the olive oil from the bed, squeezing a little and gently applying it to her stomach.

She has a slender physique, and now she's almost six months pregnant. However, if you don't lift her clothes, you can hardly see her protruding belly.

As Johanna's fingers gently brushed over her belly, it seemed as if the little one inside gave her a kick. Her eyes softened, but suddenly, she remembered the argument she had with Timothy that day.

Timothy said her pregnancy timeline didn't add up, but even if the timing was off, she still got pregnant after returning to her home country.

And there's Zephyr.

The thought of him targeting the child in her belly, possibly threatening Timothy or herself with the child in the future, made Johanna desperately want to escape.

On the surface, Zephyr was always by her side, not leaving her for even a moment. Secretly, he had also arranged for people to watch her, making it impossible for her to find an opportunity to escape.

Johanna was lost in thought for a long time, until the door to the living room was pulled open.

Zephyr was wearing a white bathrobe provided by the resort, with the belt tied loosely, revealing an eye-catching expanse of his chest muscles.

His hair, usually meticulously styled with hair gel, hung loosely across his forehead. His purple eyes seemed to carry a hint of warmth, and his entire demeanor exuded a languid elegance that made one's heart race uncontrollably.

The noise of him entering startled Johanna, and she quickly pulled her clothes down to cover her stomach.

Zephyr noticed that Johanna hadn't drunk the glass of milk. He took off the towel from his head, walked over to her, and squatted down in front of her. “Didn't I tell you to drink the milk? Why aren't you drinking it?”

“I don't want to drink it.” Johanna tightened the cap on the olive oil bottle, her tone cold and distant.

Zephyr took her hand and wiped the olive oil off with a towel, chuckling lightly, “Jojo, do you want me to feed you with my mouth, one bite at a time?”