My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Johanna had put on her shoes and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something. “My sweater.”

Timothy went upstairs to help her get it.

Two minutes later, he came down empty-handed and said to her with a somewhat embarrassed expression, “I accidentally left toilet paper in the washing machine, and it got all over the sweater during the wash...”

“Just throw it away, then,” she replied. It's not like it's a one-of-a-kind sweater. If it gets ruined, I can just buy another one.

As he personally opened the door to see her out, he said, “Jojo, my cousin is having her wedding reception at Langfield Hotel next Monday. Could you help me choose an outfit on that day?”

“Which cousin?” Johanna was somewhat puzzled.

She and Timothy had celebrated six New Year's together, and they always had the annual feast with Timothy's father. If his father's older brother happened to return to the country, the dinner would be a more lively affair with the addition of a few more people. However, she had never seen Timothy visit any relatives on his mother's side during New Year's.

“She's the daughter of my third aunt on my mother's side. She used to work abroad, but I'm not sure where. She met her husband, who is also from Jadeborough, and they've returned here to get married. My aunt called me a few days ago to tell me about it,” he said.

Timothy did not bother explaining much to Johanna, simply adding, “This aunt is my mother's older sister. I have to attend her daughter's wedding.”

She murmured a reply, then got in the car and left.

After arriving at the studio, she took out her phone and sent a message to the person she had interviewed previously, informing him that the studio would be opening next Tuesday and to start work that day.

Then, she crouched in front of the wall and busied herself until it was dark outside. When she finally washed her hands and picked up her phone again, she saw that she had received a message two hours ago.

The other party tactfully explained that since the studio's renovation had taken too long and he had not seen any magazines writing about her, he had submitted his resume to a well-known design studio a while ago.

Johanna was not angry as she replied to the person's message. Although we verbally agreed on everything, we didn't sign a contract. If he doesn't want to wait and chooses to work elsewhere, that's his prerogative.

After posting a new job advertisement on the recruitment website, she locked up the studio and went home.

Having had a hearty meal at the mansion in the afternoon, she was not very hungry and just had some fruit when she got home.

She was drenched in sweat after doing some yoga and was about to take a shower when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Johanna peered through the peephole and saw Timothy outside. She stood puzzled for a few seconds before opening the door. “Didn't we just see each other this afternoon?”

“Asel sent me. Your darling daughter wanted you to have a peaceful night's sleep, so she asked me to deliver something to you.” He handed her a paper bag as he spoke.

“All right. Thank you,” she replied, taking the bag.

Seeing that she was ready to close the door, he took the initiative to give her a gentle hint. “Jojo, I've come all this way to bring that to you. Aren't you going to invite me in for a cup of coffee?”

“It can't have taken you more than ten minutes to get here by car,” came her reply. “And besides, you don't even like coffee.”