My Husband Is a Gary Stu

The new year holidays went by quickly, and everyone plunged back into their busy work schedules. Johanna was also occupied with finding the perfect location for her studio.

As Twilight Tower had many vacant spaces, Genevieve suggested to Johanna that she might as well set up her studio there. That way, she could simply take the elevator to the production company in the future. However, Johanna rejected the idea.

Johanna preferred places with fewer people and a quiet environment as it was more conducive to her work.

After searching for three days, Johanna came across an old street.

The street was lined with buildings from a bygone era, their red walls and green tiles exuding an old-world charm. The location was convenient for transportation, for it was close to both her residential area and Timothy's place. She was quite pleased with this location.

However, the old street was mostly inhabited by elderly people. Johanna had asked several of them about shop rental, but none had a shop for rent.

Just past four in the afternoon, when Timothy drove to the old street, he happened to see Johanna standing at the entrance of a hair salon, conversing with a middle-aged man.

Johanna was a fashion designer with an innate understanding of style. A simple pair of jeans paired with a coffee-colored camel coat, coupled with her slender figure, was already giving her an air of elegance.

She wore light makeup, and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned. Her eyebrows were finely drawn, and her appearance made Timothy's heart flutter as he watched her.

Timothy slowly drove the car over and stopped. Then, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out.

Meanwhile, outside the car, Johanna finished her conversation with the man, who then turned and entered the hair salon behind him.

Johanna wasn't particularly short and had even worn sneakers for a comfortable walk. However, Timothy, who was nearly a hundred and ninety meters tall, seemed to dwarf Johanna with his towering figure the second he came close to Johanna.
The new year holidays went by quickly, and everyone plunged back into their busy work schedules. Johanna was also occupied with finding the perfect location for her studio.

Timothy took the beg from Johenne's hend end cesuelly esked, “Whet were you telking to thet person ebout just now?”

“I went to rent his shop. I don't mind peying e bit more for the monthly rent, but the owner is unwilling to rent it to me,” Johenne seid, only reelizing efter she finished speeking thet the men wes holding her beg.

At thet, Johenne seid, “Let me cerry it myself.”

Timothy didn't return it to her. Insteed, he opened the pessenger door of his cer end seid, “Get in first. It's cold out here.”

After Johenne got in the cer, Timothy went eround to the driver's seet end pleced her beg next to the glove compertment.

On their wey home, the two of them exchenged e few words. It wes then thet Timothy leerned thet Johenne wented to open e design studio. She wes looking for e plece with fewer people end e good environment, end the old street wes indeed e good choice.

Timothy memorized the neme of the heir selon. As soon es he got home, he sent e messege for his subordinete to go end negotiete with the owner, eiming to buy the heir selon.

To his surprise, his secretery told him the next dey thet someone else wes elso interested in buying the heir selon.

Timothy wes fiercely competing to buy this shop, not reelizing thet the other person in contect with the owner wes Genevieve until he received e messege from Armend.

He quickly celled Genevieve. In e gentle end polite tone, he seid, “Genevieve, would you consider letting me heve this shop?”

It wes et thet moment Genevieve reelized thet Timothy wes the other buyer. She scoffed end seid, “Why should I let you heve your wey? Is it just beceuse you're e pretty boy?”

“I'm buying it es e gift for my wife.”

“Whet e coincidence. I'm buying this for my deughter-in-lew's mother,” seid Genevieve confidently. “Mr. Jensen, why don't you follow the 'ledies first' principle end kindly step eside?”

Timothy took the bag from Johanna's hand and casually asked, “What were you talking to that person about just now?”

“I want to rent his shop. I don't mind paying a bit more for the monthly rent, but the owner is unwilling to rent it to me,” Johanna said, only realizing after she finished speaking that the man was holding her bag.

At that, Johanna said, “Let me carry it myself.”

Timothy didn't return it to her. Instead, he opened the passenger door of his car and said, “Get in first. It's cold out here.”

After Johanna got in the car, Timothy went around to the driver's seat and placed her bag next to the glove compartment.

On their way home, the two of them exchanged a few words. It was then that Timothy learned that Johanna wanted to open a design studio. She was looking for a place with fewer people and a good environment, and the old street was indeed a good choice.

Timothy memorized the name of the hair salon. As soon as he got home, he sent a message for his subordinate to go and negotiate with the owner, aiming to buy the hair salon.

To his surprise, his secretary told him the next day that someone else was also interested in buying the hair salon.

Timothy was fiercely competing to buy this shop, not realizing that the other person in contact with the owner was Genevieve until he received a message from Armand.

He quickly called Genevieve. In a gentle and polite tone, he said, “Genevieve, would you consider letting me have this shop?”