My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Following Asel's birthday celebration, Johanna also redirected her attention toward her studio responsibilities.
Genevieve Orsi had connections with prominent names in the fashion realm. Holding the title of fashion director at Genevieve
Orsi, Johanna found it convenient to acquire exclusive clothing pieces or secure dresses on loan from different brands.
During the time she didn't visit the studio, the construction crew displayed remarkable efficiency, and the second-floor
renovations were nearly finished.
In the afternoon, Johanna drove to the dessert shop to purchase some treats, with the intention of rewarding the diligent workers.
The dessert shop was somewhat bustling. Johanna located a spot and settled in, patiently awaiting her turn. While engrossed in
reading a few WhatsApp messages from Genevieve, she was abruptly interrupted by someone calling her name.
“Johanna, long time no see.”
Johanna raised her gaze, her memory serving her well, and combined with the man's relatively unchanged appearance, she
swiftly identified him. Surprise laced her exclamation, “Zander?”
“We were only classmates for a year; it's astonishing that you still recall me,” Zander remarked with a smile.
Johanna promptly signaled the waiter over. After Zander placed his coffee order and the waiter left, Johanna finally spoke up.
“It's because you resemble Hugh Grant, quite dashing, and your distinctive approach to pursuing Genevieve left an impression. I
suppose there's hardly anyone in the class who doesn't recall it.”
Zander cast a glance at Johanna before suddenly remarking, “You've undergone quite a transformation. I recall during our
studies, you were akin to a spirited pixie, always sticking close to Genevieve after classes.”
Following Asel's birthday celebration, Johanna also redirected her attention toward her studio responsibilities.
Johanna, in her current form, radiated subtlety reminiscent of a wisp of smoke, her features displaying a refined delicacy. Her
manner exuded a calm and peaceful aura.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she offered a slight smile and said, “They say we transform as we grow older, and I'm no longer the
young girl I once was. Naturally, I've outgrown the exuberance of youth.”
As old classmates, Johanna and Zander shared a camaraderie that translated into their conversations flowing effortlessly, free
from any discomfort or tension.
Upon discovering that Johanna had established her own styling studio, Zander responded, “This is excellent timing. I have a
significant event to attend tonight. Could you assist me with my styling? Since we're former classmates, I'll endorse your
business by becoming your first client. Can I possibly get a discount?”
Given his polite demeanor and their shared history as classmates, it proved a bit challenging for Johanna to decline. “Well, I
suppose I could, but my studio isn't entirely set up yet,” she replied.
“No worries. It’s okay to use someone else's turf.”
Upon hearing this, Johanna found it hard to resist any further. She inquired further with Zander about the specifics of the banquet
he was attending and the dress code in place.
Once their desserts arrived, Johanna first made a stop at the studio before guiding Zander to the mall to select appropriate
formal attire.
While Zander may not measure up to a height of 188 cm, he still possessed a tall and slender physique reminiscent of a male
runway model. His proportions would allow him to effortlessly don limited-edition garments from prominent brands.
Upon entering the store, Johanna assisted Zander in selecting a smoke-grey, notch lapel formal ensemble.
Standing in proximity to Zander, she meticulously evaluated the fit of the attire, ensuring it complemented him appropriately and
didn't require any adjustments. She was so absorbed in her task that she remained oblivious to someone outside the store
covertly capturing pictures with their phone.
Timothy's schedule was packed for the day. Originally, he intended to wrap up his tasks in the afternoon and leave work early to
prepare dinner himself for Johanna and Asel at home.

As luck would have it, a director from a foreign company with a substantial collaboration with Forlisle Medical was present in
Jadeborough on business. He extended an invitation to Timothy for a dinner meeting to delve deeper into their work discussions.
Following the conclusion of his tasks, Timothy made his way to Jazona Clubhouse.
The group's meal within the private dining room stretched on until half past eight.
Upon exiting the establishment, Timothy and his secretary accompanied the directors to their vehicles. While his secretary
retrieved his car, Timothy stood on the verge of stepping inside.
A hurried figure approached, calling out, “Timothy.”
Having spent so much time in the entertainment industry, Xylia had acquired a distinct star quality through years of physical
conditioning. With her raven-black hair and vivid red lips, she radiated a captivating allure.
“A producer invited us to dine here. I didn't expect to run into you. It's hard to get a taxi around here. Could you give me a ride?”
Clad in a delicate knitted dress, Xylia appeared to shiver faintly in the chilly night breeze. Following her words, she extended her
hand to unlatch the car door.