My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Johanna was so irritated that she almost took the cup of coffee next to her hand and splash it on Armand’s face.

“So what if I don’t have a boyfriend? I’m still single because I’m being careful, get it? I don’t want to become like Genev that I’d get together with a control freak like you. It’s scary that you love to act pitiful all the time,” she snorted.

“Exactly! Johanna, you just took the words right out my mouth!” Timothy agreed and smiled.

He put all the crabs that he had deshelled on her plate before cleaning his fingers with a towel.

“Genev, let me know when you divorce Armand. I’ll marry you then. I’m a lot more considerate than him.”

Armand glared at him and said coldly, “Do you have a death wish?”

“That’s his mouth. He can say whatever he wants to. Mr. Faulkner, not only are you a control freak, but you also threaten others easily!” Johanna snapped.

Timothy placed his arm on Johanna’s shoulder and sighed. “Do you know how pitiful I am when I hang out with him now?”

She sympathized with him, but she kept eating the crab meat anyway. “Yeah. You poor soul…”

tugged at Timothy’s hand in a coquettish manner again. “Timothy, could you please help me to deshell one more crab for me? The crabs that

she said and

even better looking than

was still cutting off the crab’s legs slowly. “Mr. Faulkner, you mocked me for being single, but you’re so

a thumbs up in Timothy’s direction and said while smiling, “Timothy’s not only handsome,

were like honey that

at work, tell me! If you want to

sign again. “Wow! You’re the best, Timothy! Mr. Faulkner’s

furrowed his brows after listening to the two of

throw them out of the restaurant as he continued to lower his head as

meat and crab

become dirty and his

before, so it was obvious that he never had to do things like this in the

passed him

said and took another crab

swifter than the

small basket and

delicious