My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Johanna glanced through the peephole, then pulled the door open.
“Turning on the heater can dry out your skin, so I bought you some body lotion, face cream, and a humidifier.” Timothy handed a
shopping bag to Johanna.
Johanna noticed that the face cream was from Clarins and asked in surprise, “Where did you buy this?”
“I just went to the mall,” Timothy said calmly. “There was a booth selling skincare products. I've checked. They're all genuine.”
Johanna tucked the face cream into her bag and was about to close the door when Timothy suddenly said, “Jojo, my shower
head is broken. I got caught in the rain twice today, and my clothes stink, so I really need a shower.”
“If the shower's broken, you should contact the front desk,” Johanna said. “If they can't fix it, switch rooms.”
She closed the door without a hint of sentiment.
Johanna poured mineral water into the humidifier, then added a few drops of sea salt essential oil. The humidifier quickly sprang
into action, and in no time, Johanna could feel the air becoming less dry.
Johanna had just applied body lotion and was about to go to sleep with the lights off when the doorbell rang again.
As soon as Johanna opened the door, Timothy immediately placed his foot to block it, preventing her from closing it. “I've
checked the weather forecast. There's going to be a thunderstorm at dawn. I've been scared of thunder since I was a kid.”
“We've been married for five or six years, so how come I never noticed you're afraid of thunder?” Johanna looked up at him.
Timothy didn't feel guilty at all, and calmly said, “I just didn't show it in front of you before. Besides, my bedroom doesn't have a
humidifier, so it's too dry.”
“Jojo, let's stay together,” he said. “If I do anything inappropriate at night, then I'm a dog.”

“You've been a dog before, haven't you?”
Johanna still remembered their past arguments. She was so angry that she decided to sleep in a separate room from Timothy.
However, Timothy would sneak in through the door at night.
He did everything that even a dog wouldn't do.
Timothy couldn't help but smile at the sight of her furrowed brows and scolding demeanor. He used his voice to charm her. “Jojo,
let me sleep in your room, please. I got caught in the rain and might catch a cold. Aren't you worried about me? If you don't let
me, I won't leave. Unless you have the heart to break my legs.”
Johanna was utterly speechless at his audacious behavior. After a standoff, she finally let go of the door handle. Timothy quickly
stepped inside and promptly locked the door.
After Timothy got into bed, he turned off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on for illumination.
The pitter-patter of rain against the window lulled one into drowsiness. After a while, Timothy moved closer to Johanna, slipping
his hand under the blanket to wrap around her waist.
Timothy rested his chin on top of her head, whispering softly, “I'll lend you my chest so you can lean on it and sleep comfortably.”
Johanna pretended not to hear and ignored him.
The next morning, the two of them got up early to freshen up, then went to a bustling place with breakfast stalls to have their
morning meal. After that, they walked to Johnson's house.
Timothy was talking to Johanna when he suddenly pulled her into his arms. The next second, a motorcycle whizzed past the spot
where Johanna had just been standing. If it weren't for Timothy's quick reaction, something bad would have happened.
Timothy wore a serious expression, contemplating whether to chase after the motorcycle. Johanna said, “Forget it. There are
fewer cameras in small places, and we still have things to do.”

When the two of them arrived at Johnson's house, he and the other two carpenters were already bustling about.
Johnson handed a few thin wooden boards to Timothy. “First, sketch the outlines of the small animals on these. Then, use the
carving knife to gradually carve out their shapes like this.”
Johnson skillfully carved out a cute, goofy little dog in just seven to eight minutes.
Johnson also told Timothy and Johanna that those pieces of pearwood were treasures he had kept for seven or eight years.
Once they were used up, there would be no more. So, they must be careful when carving small animals.
Timothy had never learned to carve before and thought about switching with the Johnson. However, he found that sawing wood
was even more challenging.
Johanna had a background in fine arts. She was in charge of drawing the patterns of small animals on the wooden boards. For
now, Timothy practiced with other pieces of wood first.
He practiced until his hands were raw by the afternoon, but at least he had managed to grasp a bit of carving skills. The things
he carved didn't look so bad anymore.
Johanna also wanted to give carving a try, but Timothy stopped her. “Look at this. I've only been carving for a few hours, and my
hands are already covered in blisters. Your skin is soft and delicate, so it'll be best if you don't do this.”
Johnson, at the side, chuckled. “You really know how to pamper your wife.”
“That's right,” Timothy said with a hint of pride. “A wife is to be cherished. I'll handle the work, and she just needs to be beautiful.”
Johanna turned around to get a drink, ignoring him.
While Timothy was taking a break from carving, his hands aching from the work, he struck up a conversation with Johanna.
“Jojo, did it hurt?”
Before Johanna could speak, he added, “When you fell out of heaven?”

“Jojo, let's commit the perfect crime together. I'll steal your heart, and you can steal mine.”
Johanna was rendered speechless.
She watched Johnson and the other carpenters laughing heartily. Unable to bear it any longer, she shoved more than half an
orange into Timothy's mouth. “Enough with your cheesy pickup lines!”