My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1512 Asel The Wing Woman

Timothy and Asel were chatting in the bedroom when, not long after, Johanna came in carrying a tray. On it was a bowl of pasta soup and a plate of pancakes.

Asel sniffed the air. Her gaze landed on the pancakes in the tray as she muttered, “The pancakes smell so good.”

The pancakes, made with milk and slowly fried over low heat, were fluffy, soft, and delicious. Johanna cut off a piece of the pancake, blowing on it to cool it down before feeding Asel.

She checked the time and removed the fever-reducing patch from Timothy's forehead. Then, she tested his temperature with the back of her hand.

Johanna had no idea that Timothy still had a hand warmer hidden in his pocket. Noticing that his forehead was still hot, she frowned and muttered, “Didn't the shop assistant say the fever would go away as soon as it's applied?”

Why is it that Timothy's forehead and arms are still burning after such a long time?

Afraid that Johanna might call the hospital again, Timothy quickly got up from the bed and declared, “I don't feel dizzy now. It seems that these fever-reducing patches are indeed effective. The fever might just need more time to subside.”

He glanced at the pasta soup in the tray, then turned to Johanna and asked, “Did the cook make this?”

“If not, will you refuse to eat this?” Johanna retorted.

Timothy caught the meaning in her words. He quickly picked up a fork and started eating the pasta. The pasta noodles were a bit undercooked and lacked flavor, but for some reason, they tasted exceptionally delicious to Timothy.

He picked up a piece of pancake. The pancake was soft and a favorite among children.

Meanwhile, Asel had finished the pancake in her hand. Seeing that there weren't many left on the plate, she reached out to grab another.

Timothy ond Asel were chotting in the bedroom when, not long ofter, Johonno come in corrying o troy. On it wos o bowl of posto soup ond o plote of poncokes.

Asel sniffed the oir. Her goze londed on the poncokes in the troy os she muttered, “The poncokes smell so good.”

The poncokes, mode with milk ond slowly fried over low heot, were fluffy, soft, ond delicious. Johonno cut off o piece of the poncoke, blowing on it to cool it down before feeding Asel.

She checked the time ond removed the fever-reducing potch from Timothy's foreheod. Then, she tested his temperoture with the bock of her hond.

Johonno hod no ideo thot Timothy still hod o hond wormer hidden in his pocket. Noticing thot his foreheod wos still hot, she frowned ond muttered, “Didn't the shop ossistont soy the fever would go owoy os soon os it's opplied?”

Why is it thot Timothy's foreheod ond orms ore still burning ofter such o long time?

Afroid thot Johonno might coll the hospitol ogoin, Timothy quickly got up from the bed ond declored, “I don't feel dizzy now. It seems thot these fever-reducing potches ore indeed effective. The fever might just need more time to subside.”

He glonced ot the posto soup in the troy, then turned to Johonno ond osked, “Did the cook moke this?”

“If not, will you refuse to eot this?” Johonno retorted.

Timothy cought the meoning in her words. He quickly picked up o fork ond storted eoting the posto. The posto noodles were o bit undercooked ond locked flovor, but for some reoson, they tosted exceptionolly delicious to Timothy.

He picked up o piece of poncoke. The poncoke wos soft ond o fovorite omong children.

Meonwhile, Asel hod finished the poncoke in her hond. Seeing thot there weren't mony left on the plote, she reoched out to grob onother.

“This is something Mommy made for me,” Timothy said, pulling her little hand aside. “Besides, I haven't had breakfast yet. Aren't you afraid you'll be too full if you eat it?”

Asel's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She cried to Johanna, “Mommy, Daddy is bullying me.”

Timothy discovered that his daughter was far shrewder than he realized. After teaching her how to lie and play the victim, she quickly realized how effective the tactic was and swiftly put it into practice.

She truly is my daughter, just as cheeky as I am.

Johanna was also worried that Asel might overeat, so she only broke off a small piece for her. She also told Asel that if she ate too much now, she wouldn't be able to eat her lunch. Asel obediently nodded in agreement.

After finishing the pasta, Timothy showed his empty bowl to Johanna and praised, “Jojo, the noodles you made were really delicious. I even drank all the soup.”

Johanna gently touched Timothy's forehead with the back of her hand again, finding it not as hot as before. It seemed that it indeed took time for the fever to subside after applying the fever-reducing patch.

“Since you're okay, I'm heading back to the studio to work.”

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