My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1518 Want Kisses

Not only did Timothy bring breakfast, but he also brought a bunch of white camellias. He generously praised, “Jojo, you're truly amazing. Your oil painting skills can rival those of a master.”

Johanna just smiled, taking the camellia and placing it in the vase.

Timothy opened the thermos, and the aroma of the spaghetti instantly wafted out. He poured the pasta from the thermos into the bowl before handing a fork to Johanna.

After Johanna took a bite, he couldn't wait to ask, “Is it tasty?”

“It's quite delicious.” Johanna suddenly looked up to find Timothy resting his chin in his hands, watching her with a faint smile.

She wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't. Instead, she lowered her head and continued eating her pasta.

After finishing breakfast, Johanna took Timothy up to the second floor.

She selected a male formal attire from a row of them and showed it to Timothy. “You can't be too flashy when attending someone else's wedding. You should wear black formal attire.”

Timothy spoke with a hint of jealousy. “Are you casually styling me? You brought another man to the shop to pick out a formal attire last time.”

“Back then, my studio wasn't fully renovated, so I could only take Zander to the store to buy one directly,” Johanna said. “This formal attire is something I bought with my own money. You can wear it and leave. No need to pay me back.”

Timothy argued, “When I came to you for styling, your studio wasn't even finished. You should have taken me to the store to choose formal attire.”

“Are you going to wear this or not?” Johanna stared at him.

“I won't wear it unless you personally pick it out for me from a branded store.” The thought of her going out of her way for other men while he couldn't enjoy the same experience left a sour taste in Timothy's heart.

The two of them stared at each other, locked in a standoff. In the end, it was Johanna who backed down, hanging the suit back up.

Johanna locked up the shop and drove Timothy to the mall.

On the way, Johanna asked Timothy, “Do you want to bring Asel over to your Aunt Louisa's daughter's wedding in the afternoon?”

“The wedding banquet will be crowded and too noisy. I don't plan on taking Asel.” Timothy paused for a moment, then added nonchalantly, “I think it'll be best if she doesn't meet those strangers.”

As soon as they entered a brand store in the mall, a sales associate immediately came up to greet them.

Timothy was tall and slender, and there were plenty of ready-made suits in the store that fit him. Johanna picked out a suit for him in just two minutes, but Timothy was not quite satisfied because the selection process was too quick.

He said the style of that formal attire wasn't good and asked Johanna to choose again.

A nearby sales assistant couldn't help but suggest, “Mr. Timothy, how about you give me your measurements? We can have a model try on the clothes for you to see.”

The sale assistant was worried that Timothy might get tired from trying on clothes, but Timothy thought she was overly concerned.

He simply wanted Johanna to help him choose clothes personally and adjust his collar. If he let a model display the clothes, he'd be tricking Johanna into coming out for nothing.

After trying out four or five formal attires, Timothy finally chose a set that he was satisfied with.

Johanna noticed that the waist of the formal attire was a bit loose. She called over the sales assistant and asked the latter to take it to the workshop for alterations.