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.”

Charlotte was stunned. “The two of you were

were, for four years until our divorce. My

you assh*le!” Charlotte almost wanted to grab her bag

let it rip, “Why didn't you tell me 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 by

a penchant for changing several boyfriends on a whim

no way she was going to allow herself to

to be unattached wooed her. It was only when his wife came calling that she found out that she had been played, so

the industry. Hence, no men

one who is raising our daughter.” Casting an eye at that woman, Timothy added blandly,

became black as soot. She picked up her bag in anticipation

chair. “If you walk away now, your father's dream son-in-law will be gone. Where will you find the money to support all the boyfriends you have if he were to

the swear words caused Charlotte's pretty face to look a

down,” said Timothy

plonked herself back onto her seat. “A wicked scoundrel like

to Mr. Benson just now, so I think I may want to call him