My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“Just in time, Jojo is drawing people today. You can be her model,” said Yuvan, knowing why Timothy was here, and
unceremoniously directed him, “Move the sofa over there.”
Timothy was busy moving the sofa in front of the easel when Yuvan's phone rang. He went to the pantry to answer it.
In less than two minutes, Yuvan finished his call and came out. He said to Johanna, “The people from the art gallery need me for
something. Take your time with your drawing, I'll check your work when I'm done with my tasks.”
Johanna nodded. “Alright, you can go on with your work.”
Originally, she asked Yuvan to teach her oil painting because she wanted to decorate the walls of her studio. If taking classes
from him would interfere with his work, she would feel embarrassed.
Watching Yuvan put on his coat and leave, the furrowed brow of Timothy finally relaxed.
Finally, I can spend some alone time with my wife.
Timothy didn't rush to sit down. He unbuttoned his vest and looked at Johanna. “Jojo, should I sit directly on the sofa, cross my
legs, or lie down on my side?”
Johanna seemed to ponder for a moment, then said, “Please sit down. It will make it easier for me to draw.”
“Alright, I'll listen to you.”
Johanna picked a pencil from the tool tray, her gaze drifting past the canvas to the man sitting on the sofa. His long legs were
spread out, his elbow resting casually on the armrest of the sofa, his movements nonchalant yet captivating.
The man's brow bore a sense of fatigue that came after the satisfaction of accumulating enough wealth. His thin lips were slightly
pursed, and the outline was incredibly sensual.
Johanna knew that Timothy's mother passed away early. Later, Jeremiah married Vanessa.

Her mother, Vanessa, couldn't bear a life without money. Even though she married Jeremiah for wealth, she was always kind to
Timothy, her stepson. Despite his cold attitude towards her, she took care of him.
Therefore, even though Timothy was fooling around in his youth, he remained clear-headed and never developed any bad
habits.
Johanna was lost in thought. If only she hadn't been foolishly tricked into returning by her father, or if she had found out from
Vanessa that she was Timothy's stepmother, she could have quickly severed ties with Timothy...
Vanessa would continue to care for Timothy as if he were her own son. In a few years, when he got married, she would help him
take care of his children.
Vanessa was not at fault, she was the one who was wrong.
She severed her birth mother's life of wealth and prosperity in the latter half of her life and also altered the course of Timothy's
life.
Timothy saw Johanna staring at him, seemingly lost in thought with a troubled expression. He rose from the sofa. “Jojo, what's
wrong?”
“There's nothing.” Johanna shook her head after coming back to her senses.
She refocused her energy on painting, but whenever she looked at Timothy sitting on the sofa, she felt his posture lacked artistic
appeal. Unintentionally, her gaze swept over to the bunch of red roses on the bar counter.
Johanna picked four or five roses from the vase, wrapped them in clear wrapping paper, and handed them to Timothy.
As Timothy reached out to take the rose, he unexpectedly pulled Johanna towards him. Johanna lost her balance and fell onto
him. Timothy supported her by the hips, making sure she was comfortably seated on his lap.
Timothy's voice was soft. “Asel misses you. That's why I brought her to the studio to see you. If you don't like it, we won't come

next time.”
He thought Johanna felt uncomfortable because he had disturbed her while she was painting.
“I don't dislike it. I actually miss Asel quite a bit,” Johanna explained to Timothy, “I was just lost in thought because I was thinking
about something else.”
Timothy asked, “Does it have anything to do with me?”
Johanna remained silent, bending down to pick up the bouquet that had fallen to the ground. However, Timothy held the back of
her head, not allowing her to avoid his gaze.
Timothy noticed the lip gloss she had applied today. Her lips were pink, glossy, and moist, even carrying a hint of fragrance.
Timothy was so enchanted by her that he forgot to ask his questions. His Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned in to kiss Johanna,
but his trousers were unexpectedly tugged at.