My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 479 Curse His Entire Family
After the dishes were served, Timothy stayed beside Johanna and took care of her diligently.
Besides deshelling the shrimps, he also removed the bones in the chicken wings and tore the chicken into pieces before feeding them to her.
As he looked after her, he reminded her gently, “Darling, you have to eat smaller meals. Eating too much food in one go will give you digestion problems.”
He kept nagging by Johanna’s ears as she ate her food, so she soon lost her appetite.
She put her fork down.
Timothy asked worriedly, “What is it, Darling?”
“I want to have barbecue.”
Taken aback, Timothy explained, “barbecued meat contains many seasonings that will make the food go off more quickly. It is also easy to get cancer.” He offered her some egg. “Here, have some egg. The protein is enough to—”
“I don’t want it!” Johanna turned away and pouted. “I want barbecue!”

“Be good, Darling. We can have that tomorrow.”
Johanna hung her head low and kept mum.
Soon, her shoulders began trembling. In a choking voice, she complained, “Timothy, you’re a bad person! You’re cruel enough to refuse to let me have barbecue…”
“Okay, okay. I’ll go buy some now.” Timothy promptly caved in. “Darling, what do you want?”
“Potato, chicken…”
After writing down what Johanna wanted, Timothy took his phone and left to buy them.
Once Timothy disappeared from sight, the teary look on Johanna’s face vanished instantly.
She wiped the tears away from the corners of her eyes and grumbled, “If I’d known this works on him, I would’ve cried my heart out when he stopped me from eating ice cream last night.”
“Ice cream is chilly,” Genevieve told her airily. “Even if you cry, he won’t let you have more.”
Armand sat aside quietly and chomped on his food.
He was reminded of the past when he saw Johanna demanding to have barbecued food earlier.
Back then, Genevieve had sprained her leg, and he had given her a ride home. When the car had passed by a fruit stall, she had demanded to eat oranges. As he had refused to buy some for her, she had ended up bursting into tears.
Johanna chatted briefly with Genevieve before leaving the room to go to the restroom.
Thus, Genevieve and Armand were left alone in the room.
After taking a sip of her orange juice, Genevieve turned to look at Armand. “Mr. Faulkner, why are you avoiding me?”
“Shouldn’t I avoid you?” Armand remained unfazed. “I have a girlfriend. I don’t want to get too involved with you.”
Genevieve slammed the glass onto the table. Narrowing her eyes, she demanded, “Girlfriend? Are you talking about Sylvie?”