My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 712

After he had chatted awhile with Jimmy, Timothy handed the phone back to Charlotte.

Inadvertently, he spotted Johanna chatting with Genevieve about something that got her so tickled that she laughed until her shoulders shook. She looked so cheerful that it was as though she did not care that he was seeing someone new.

Timothy suddenly felt miffed, angry even, so much so that it got him gnashing his teeth.

Charlotte was a little baffled by the way Timothy kept looking over toward Genevieve's table. “What are you staring at them for? You didn't even want to go over to them when I asked you to a moment ago.”

“Wait. Don't tell me...” What she thought had her glaring at Timothy in astonishment.

“No,” Timothy batted down whatever presupposition she might have had.

When the waiter served up the whiskey, he lifted the glass and took a sip from it. Swallowing it down, he used that astringency to dull some of the feelings of frustration that he felt inside.

Regarding Johanna's bright and beautiful smile, Timothy said, dourly, “Johanna's my ex-wife.”

stunned. “The two of you

Timothy's tone was lackadaisical. “We were, for four years until our divorce. My daughter had just turned one

Charlotte almost wanted to grab her

that you were married with kids before? To think that you're still masquerading as the perfect son-in-law in front of my Dad? You must have been sent

kind with a penchant for changing several boyfriends on a whim in the same

she was going to allow herself to become the floozy

only when his wife came calling that she found out that she had been played,

industry. Hence, no men dared to make a fool of

not the one who is raising our daughter.” Casting an eye at that woman, Timothy added blandly, “My ex-wife wouldn't so much as bat an eyelid even if I were to kiss you right here, and right

picked up her bag in anticipation

your father's dream son-in-law will be gone.

words caused Charlotte's pretty face to look a little

back down,” said Timothy

mulling over it briefly, Charlotte plonked herself back onto her seat. “A wicked scoundrel

Benson just now, so I think I may