My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1529

Chapter 1529 Can I Kiss You

As it was getting late, Timothy instructed the housekeeper to take Asel upstairs for a bath and bedtime.

Meanwhile, he continued to play card games with Johanna.

Johanna was very careful each time, yet it was always her poker card that tipped the pull tab. Soon enough, she finished the entire row of light orange cocktails.

Even though the cocktail didn't seem to have much of an alcoholic taste, Johanna gradually began to feel dizzy.

Her eyes reddened from the alcohol she had consumed. Seeing the pile of poker cards on the table, she was reminded of her utter defeat. Sniffling, she cried out to Timothy, “Timothy, you're bullying me...”

She continued, “You must have tampered with the Sprite can. How could I keep losing otherwise? You're such a big meanie.”

Timothy realized that the bartender was absolutely right. The cocktail was essentially pure vodka; a few glasses were enough to easily knock out someone with a good tolerance for alcohol.

He knew that Johanna would reveal her true nature when she was drunk.

Timothy stifled a laugh and replied innocently, “I swear I didn't. It's just your bad luck, Jojo.”

His words made Johanna cry.

Seeing that she was really crying, Timothy hurried over to comfort her, “There, there, I admit I tampered with the Sprite can. I wanted to get you drunk.”

“Why did you get me drunk?” Johanna glared at him.

Her sweet, drunken demeanor was irresistible to Timothy, who couldn't help but lean in to kiss her. His voice was husky as he said, “Because I don't like it when you're too polite to me. I want you to scold me and glare at me like this.”

“Jojo, it's not convenient for you to go home drunk. How about you stay here for the night?” Timothy coaxed her.

Johanna responded vaguely with a hum.

She lazily draped her arm over Timothy's shoulder, her voice sweet and slightly tipsy as she cooed, “Timmy.”

“I'm here,” Timothy responded. The nickname was rapidly turning him into putty in her hands.

“Won't you carry me upstairs?”

“As you wish.” Even if Johanna hadn't said anything, Timothy would have carried her anyway. After all, who would let their drunk wife climb the stairs by herself?

After carrying her to the bedroom, Timothy remembered something.

He settled Johanna onto the couch before turning on his phone's voice recorder, ensuring that every word they spoke was captured.

After placing his phone on a nearby table, Timothy said chidingly to Johanna, “Jojo, you know you can't hold your liquor well, so why did you drink so much?”

“The cocktail is good...” Johanna mumbled, “I want to drink more.”

“No more drinks. Isn't your shop opening early tomorrow?” Timothy squatted beside Johanna, asking with concern, “Jojo, can you manage to take a bath by yourself in the bathroom?”

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