My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“Jojo, your husband is quite something, huh?” Timothy mused with a grin. “Maybe you'd like to reward me with a kiss?”

“No,” Johanna pushed away his leaning face.

As they chatted, a truck arrived, carrying four huge flower baskets, and stopped in front of the shop. It was followed by a black Bentley, which Timothy's secretary, Quinton, then stepped out of.

Quinton instructed two workers to carefully unload the flower baskets and position them on each side of the shop's entrance.

Noticing Timothy and Johanna emerging from the shop, Quinton greeted them, “Mr. Jensen, as per your instructions, I organized a team to gather fresh flowers from the garden for these baskets. Would you like to inspect them?”

Each rose in the baskets had just blossomed, adorned with dewdrops that sparkled on their petals, emitting a subtle yet delightful floral fragrance.

Timothy cast a satisfied glance at the flower baskets and nodded appreciatively. “They look great. I owe you a meal for this.”

“Mr. Jensen, there's no need to be so polite. This is part of my duty,” Quinton replied modestly.

Turning to Johanna, Quinton offered his regards, “Mrs. Jensen,” and handed her a gift box. “Congratulations on the successful opening of your studio. This is a personal gift from me.”

Timothy accepted the gift box on Johanna's behalf and opened it, revealing a tourmaline chimera statue about dozens of centimeters tall.

Johanna expressed her gratitude to Quinton with a smile. “You really shouldn't have.”

Once Quinton and the truck had departed, Johanna examined the chimera statue and questioned Timothy, “It looks like it's carved from moonstone. Is it expensive?”

“It's not too pricey, around fifty to sixty thousand,” Timothy replied, gently placing the tourmaline chimera statue back into the box. “Even if it were worth more, since he gave it to you, you should keep it. I can't have you owing my subordinates a favor, right?”

However, the sight of the secretary's gift reminded Timothy of something he also had for Johanna.

He walked to the rear of the car, popped open the trunk, and retrieved the only gift box inside. Just as he was about to shut the trunk, he glimpsed a Mercedes pulling up in the spot where the truck had been parked.

Stepping out of the Mercedes, Zander, elegantly attired in a coat, held a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Mr. Foxx,” Johanna expressed surprise upon seeing Zander.

“We're old classmates. Just call me by my name; no need to be so formal,” Zander suggested, approaching them. He handed over the bouquet and the gift. “Congratulations on your successful studio opening.”

“Thank you,” Johanna started to reach for the flowers when suddenly, a hand materialized from the side and took Zander's gift away.

“Excuse me, Jojo is allergic to magnolias. I'll carry her things for her.”

Johanna wondered, If I was allergic to pollen, would he still have had someone ostentatiously deliver four or five baskets of fresh flowers?

However, she understood what Timothy meant and let him take the bouquet away.