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.
The vibrant red made her black dress seem more mysterious, transforming her into an enigma that could captivate anyone with
just a glance.
Johanna stood under the light for just a second before she sidled into the banquet hall. The lighting technician instinctively shone
the spotlight on her, watching as she made her way to the gift table and took a seat.
Timothy never expected that Johanna's long skirt before going to the restroom would turn into a short one when she returned.
His head was spinning from her beauty.
Timothy draped the suit jacket over Johanna's legs. Before he could speak, Xylia bluntly said, “Mrs. Jensen, today is Timothy's
cousin's wedding. Are you intentionally trying to ruin it?”
“I've returned from the restroom, and I'm not allowed back into the banquet hall?” Johanna's voice was gentle and composed.

Xylia said, “Even if you want to enter, you have to wait until the bride comes in first. But you came in as soon as the spotlight hit
her. Who would believe it wasn't intentional?”
“So what if it was on purpose?” Timothy's face was filled with displeasure. “Is it your place to lecture my wife?”
Seeing Timothy so biased toward Johanna, Xylia was furious. “Timothy, this is your cousin's wedding. Aren't you embarrassed
that she's stealing your cousin's thunder? Louisa will say you have no manners.”
Timothy chuckled nonchalantly. “With such a beautiful wife, I'm too delighted to even have time to worry. What face do I have to
lose?”
“So what if it's my cousin's wedding? Is there a rule that says her guests can't be more beautiful than her?”
Timothy spoke, lifting his eyes to glance at Xylia, “If you don't want to steal Ysabelle's thunder, wouldn't it be better to wear
black? Why are you wearing such a flashy dress?”