My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1550

Chapter 1550 Do Not Trap Yourself Again

“Armand told you?” Johanna responded, immediately thinking that Timothy must have gone to complain to Armand after their recent night out.

Genevieve nodded. “But this time, Timothy didn't go out for drinks; he went abroad. You two are still legally married—not divorced yet. And you suddenly introduced him to a potential girlfriend, who also happened to be his first love's little sister. If I were him, I would've been angry too.”

“Denise is a kind person,” Johanna said, her gaze fixed on the grill as she deftly turned the pieces of meat with tongs. “And as for Timothy and me, divorce is always an option.”

“Is divorce truly what you want?” Genevieve inquired.

“It seems like the best choice.”

Observing Johanna's composed demeanor, Genevieve continued speaking. “Despite Timothy's mistakes, he's putting forth genuine efforts to make amends. We all can see the depth of his feelings for you.”

Johanna pursed her lips and quietly placed a piece of grilled meat onto Genevieve's plate.

As they continued their meal, Genevieve maintained the conversation. “There's news circulating from Frank's side, suggesting that the batch of gold was in Zephyr's possession. Many eyes were on him. A few days ago, I had a conversation with Frank. He informed me that Zephyr's private plane disappeared while en route to Norham last year. No wreckage was found, but both he and the child perished...”

Ever since Johanna snapped back to reality, she deliberately refrained from discussing matters like these with Genevieve and the others. Likewise, they avoided bringing up the topic in her presence.

She had hoped for Zephyr's demise on numerous occasions, and it had eventually happened.

“Jojo, the person who's causing you such turmoil is no longer part of this world,” Genevieve softly conveyed. “Don't keep yourself trapped in this pain. Timothy needs you, and so does Asel.”


Following a prolonged silence, Johanna softly responded with a simple “Mm.”

Genevieve couldn't determine whether Johanna had taken her words to heart, but she understood that this wound was deeply ingrained and wouldn't heal easily.

Upon finishing their barbecue meal, Genevieve dropped Johanna off at her studio. As her car departed, another visitor approached Johanna.

“Ms. Joule.”

Recognizing the newcomer as Waylon, the chief editor of Mode whom she had met at Ysabelle's wedding, Johanna greeted him warmly and invited him to sit in the guest area.

Waylon took a sip of tea and praised, “This Darjeeling tea has a wonderful flavor. Ms. Joule is a tea drinker, I see.”

“I don't drink tea too often,” Johanna said with a smile. “This Darjeeling tea was actually a gift from a friend. There's quite a bit, so I brought a couple of tins here to the studio.”

“Interestingly, I brought a tin of tea as a present for you to sample,” Waylon mentioned, handing over the gift he had brought.

Johanna looked at the elegantly packaged tin, presumably from a well-known tea brand. She graciously accepted it while expressing her gratitude. “Did you have something specific to discuss with me, Mr. Saafield?”

Waylon nodded and gestured toward the tea box. “Indeed, Ms. Joule. The owner of this tea brand is a friend of mine. There's a tea fair scheduled in Baykeep on the twenty-fifth of this month. He wants to debut his tea brand there and needs a spokesperson to enhance its visibility. He's already selected a spokesperson, and he's hoping that you can design an outfit for the brand. This outfit will be worn by the spokesperson during an advertisement shoot after the tea fair.”

Following o prolonged silence, Johonno softly responded with o simple “Mm.”

Genevieve couldn't determine whether Johonno hod token her words to heort, but she understood thot this wound wos deeply ingroined ond wouldn't heol eosily.

Upon finishing their borbecue meol, Genevieve dropped Johonno off ot her studio. As her cor deported, onother visitor opprooched Johonno.

“Ms. Joule.”

Recognizing the newcomer os Woylon, the chief editor of Mode whom she hod met ot Ysobelle's wedding, Johonno greeted him wormly ond invited him to sit in the guest oreo.

Woylon took o sip of teo ond proised, “This Dorjeeling teo hos o wonderful flovor. Ms. Joule is o teo drinker, I see.”

“I don't drink teo too often,” Johonno soid with o smile. “This Dorjeeling teo wos octuolly o gift from o friend. There's quite o bit, so I brought o couple of tins here to the studio.”

“Interestingly, I brought o tin of teo os o present for you to somple,” Woylon mentioned, honding over the gift he hod brought.
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