My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Originally, Jerry had been lost in the throes of passion. When he heard her words, his eyes narrowed. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace, his tone dark and ominous.

“I'm gay?”

Charlotte was left breathless by his actions. “Of course you're not.”

Her hand slid down, caressing the man's tense pectoral muscles, her lips nuzzling against the hollow of his neck. “Thinking about those actresses admiring your chest and even hugging you, I can't help but feel jealous. You can only be mine.”

Jerry said, “The best I can do is take off my clothes and show off in front of the camera, and have a body double for intimate scenes.”

“That won't do either. I won't allow it,” Charlotte protested. “I know it's fake, but what if the audience thinks it's real? You can't film intimate scenes, not even hugging.”

“As an actor, I have to follow the director's rules.”

“You should listen to your girlfriend too.” Charlotte raised her head and glared at him. “Right now, I don't allow you to hug and cuddle with other women. Do you want a girlfriend or a director?”

Jerry patted her cheek, a hint of a smile between his eyebrows. “Didn't we break up?”

“Did we?” Charlotte played dumb. “I just said if I started the conversation again, I'd be a puppy. But you were the one who talked to me first.”

Seeing that he kept making excuses and wouldn't agree, she asked, “Is it that you're enjoying Scarlette throwing herself at you?”

“No.”

“Then why won't you agree to delete the intimate scenes? Why won't you look at me?” Charlotte held his face, her angry expression reflecting in his eyes.

Jerry didn't make a sound, his pitch-black eyes staring back at her.

In the end, Charlotte was the first to admit defeat. She left a trail of kisses on his forehead, her voice sweet and tender. “Jerry, won't you agree to your girlfriend's request?”

“Then can you cut off all contact with those of the opposite sex?” Jerry asked in response.

Charlotte frowned. “My job requires me to interact with all kinds of people to scout new talents for the company. I can't avoid contact with the opposite sex. But, there will definitely be no physical contact,” she promised.

“I love you the most, Jerry. You are my treasure, my one and only.” She kissed the man again. “No one can compare to you.”

Jerry laughed coldly. “Were you raised in a honey jar? Your words are so sweet.”

Charlotte ignored his sarcastic tone and said with a playful smile, “I'm just sweet-talking you, I swear. I've never said those words to any other men, even my dad.”

Over the years, Jerry had become all too familiar with Charlotte's personality.

She was like the wind, elusive and ethereal, settling wherever she wished, impossible for anyone to grasp.

Gains and losses had tormented him. Eventually, he became disheartened, knowing that Charlotte would go wherever she wanted. But after she made her rounds and came back, just a few sweet words from her would melt his heart.