My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Charlotte sent a message to Sean five minutes in advance. After Genevieve's car pulled over to the side of the road, she happened to see Sean driving out in his BMW.

After thanking Genevieve, she opened the door and got out of the car.

The restaurant with a starry night view that Charlotte booked had opened in the mall's dining area about three months ago. Not only did they serve Epean cuisine, but also Chanaean cuisine as well.

Through the restaurant's decor, one could immerse themselves in a starry view, as though they could see the stars just by looking up. The experience was truly amazing, and there was a constant stream of diners coming here to dine every night.

Charlotte had reserved a seat in the morning, and upon arrival, the waiter led her and Sean inside.

The long corridor leading to the dining room was adorned with a starry sky. Despite this, the lighting seemed quite dim. Charlotte was so engrossed in the oil paintings on the wall that she didn't notice where she was going. She almost fell when she stumbled, but Sean quickly reached out to steady her.

“Be careful,” Sean said.

Charlotte hummed in response, casually resting her hand on his arm. As they arrived at the table assigned by the waiter, she was caught off guard by the sight of a familiar face.

In fact, there were two familiar faces instead.

There was a young man and woman seated at the dining table on the left side of the hallway. The woman, eager to talk to her boyfriend, insisted on sitting right next to him. Both of them were cuddled up in the banquette, looking sweet and affectionate.

“Try this cherry juice, Jerry.” Lindsay held up the straw to his lips.

Charlotte's eyes went to Lindsay, who wore a knitted sweater and a short wool skirt, her legs resting closely against Jerry's. It's around minus four or five degrees outside, and you're wearing such little clothing. How are you not freezing to death?

Whenever Charlotte wore a short skirt, Jerry would get upset and give her the cold shoulder. She would even have to coax him after that. But it's okay for other women to wear short skirts and snuggle up to him? What a hypocritical j*rk!

Jerry glanced at Charlotte and Sean, who were approaching them, but his gaze shifted away immediately. He lowered his head and took a couple of sips of his cherry juice.

Then, he lifted his hand to wipe the fruit juice from the corner of Lindsay's mouth and said, “I prefer the color of your lipstick today.”

Lindsay blushed immediately after he flirted with her.

This scene made Charlotte feel extremely uncomfortable. Wanting to change her seat, she called over a waiter who hadn't left yet, but all the available seats had been reserved. It was impossible for her to switch to another table, even if she offered more money.

As a result, Charlotte could only remain in her seat, forcing herself not to pay attention to the couple across the hallway. She then chatted with Sean to distract herself.

Sean asked her, “Has your hair grown out yet?”

“It won't be that soon. It'll take at least half a year.” Charlotte knew what he was curious about. “It's too stuffy and hot to be wearing a hat in the office every day, so I bought a wig to conceal my wound.”

Sean looked at her hair and laughed. “Really? I can't tell at all.”



“I bought this wig made of real hair, it cost me several thousand, and I even had a hair stylist color the wig too,” said Charlotte. “If anyone can tell it's a wig, I'm going to give the store owner a piece of my mind.”

Sean couldn't help but burst into laughter.