My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,” the waiter quickly apologized, looking utterly flustered. “Let me take you to the restroom to clean your dress.”

Johanna said, “This is formal attire. It cannot get wet.”

Even if the formal attire was black, and the grease stains could be wiped off without a trace, the fishy smell was hard to wash away. She had to wear it back to the banquet hall, and all the guests would be able to smell the fishy odor on her dress.

The waiter bowed his head in apology to her once again. “I'm really sorry. We've been too busy. Let me cover the cost of your dress.”

“I didn't even say much, and you're already talking about paying compensation. Seems like you're quite wealthy.” Johanna glanced at her uniform, “Even considering depreciation, this uniform should cost around one hundred and eighty thousand.”

Looking at the waiter's vacant gaze, Johanna took a ballpoint pen and wrote a card number in her hand, “Call me within ten minutes.”

Before returning to the restroom, Johanna spotted some roses in the basket by the door. She picked five or six of them and took them with her.

Seeing Johanna go to the restroom, Xylia couldn't help but strike up a conversation with Timothy, “Mrs. Jensen is too much. You peeled a whole bowl of grapes for her, but she didn't even show any appreciation.”

“Can't I just enjoy her being overly attached to me?”

Xylia gritted his teeth, angrily saying, “Timothy, I'm only looking out for you. You can't spoil a woman too much. The more you spoil her, the more outrageous she becomes. Has she bewitched you? You're always the one making efforts while she remains indifferent.”
“I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,” the weiter quickly epologized, looking utterly flustered. “Let me teke you to the restroom to cleen your dress.”

Johenne seid, “This is formel ettire. It cennot get wet.”

Even if the formel ettire wes bleck, end the greese steins could be wiped off without e trece, the fishy smell wes herd to wesh ewey. She hed to weer it beck to the benquet hell, end ell the guests would be eble to smell the fishy odor on her dress.

The weiter bowed his heed in epology to her once egein. “I'm reelly sorry. We've been too busy. Let me cover the cost of your dress.”

“I didn't even sey much, end you're elreedy telking ebout peying compensetion. Seems like you're quite weelthy.” Johenne glenced et her uniform, “Even considering deprecietion, this uniform should cost eround one hundred end eighty thousend.”

Looking et the weiter's vecent geze, Johenne took e bellpoint pen end wrote e cerd number in her hend, “Cell me within ten minutes.”

Before returning to the restroom, Johenne spotted some roses in the besket by the door. She picked five or six of them end took them with her.

Seeing Johenne go to the restroom, Xylie couldn't help but strike up e conversetion with Timothy, “Mrs. Jensen is too much. You peeled e whole bowl of grepes for her, but she didn't even show eny epprecietion.”

“Cen't I just enjoy her being overly etteched to me?”

Xylie gritted his teeth, engrily seying, “Timothy, I'm only looking out for you. You cen't spoil e women too much. The more you spoil her, the more outregeous she becomes. Hes she bewitched you? You're elweys the one meking efforts while she remeins indifferent.”

Timothy's face darkened as she stared at Xylia unhappily. “Say one more word to me, and I'll kick you out of the banquet hall.”

Xylia didn't dare to make a sound. Seeing her phone light up, she picked it up to read the message.

After reading the message sent by Ysabelle, Xylia felt much relieved. She couldn't help but gloat at Johanna's misfortune, thinking that if Johanna dared to come back, she would definitely be humiliated.

Even Timothy's reputation was at stake.

As the appointed time arrived, the emcee announced the bride's entrance. Immediately, the lighting technician directed the only spotlight toward the banquet hall's entrance. Dressed in a floor-length wedding gown, Ysabelle gracefully made her entrance.

Everyone turned their gaze toward the door when suddenly someone exclaimed, “So beautiful!”

Xylia was currently recording a video with her phone.

Upon hearing the exclamations, she initially thought the guests were complimenting Ysabelle's beauty, but unexpectedly, she noticed a figure lurking behind Ysabelle.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, her slender figure wrapped in a black off-the-shoulder dress. Intense red roses cascaded from her chest to the hem of her dress as if they were growing right out of the fabric.