My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 730

Chapter 730Cooper's words tugged at Timothy's heartstrings.
He and Johanna loved one another, but the worst they had gone through together was a divorce.
Things were different between Genevieve and Armand. They had been apart for years and never had
the chance to be together.
“Speaking of,” Timothy said, opening the car door, “I think I should go see Asel. I haven't seen that kid
for some time. I'll eat there. Call me if you need anything.”
Cooper peered at the man from inside of his car. “Do you want me to send you over?”
“It's okay,” Timothy answered and waved without turning back. When he saw a cab outside the
hospital, he went in and gave the driver Johanna's address.
He gave her a call to give her a heads-up, but she did not pick up, so he went ahead to the mansion.
He rang the doorbell after he arrived.
In about two minutes, the housekeeper came out hastily to see who it was. When she saw Timothy, she
quickly opened the door.
“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Jensen.”
Timothy was surprised. “How do you know me?”
“Ms. Joule mentioned you,” she replied, taking Timothy's jacket and the things in his hand. “Sheshowed us your picture and told us to open the door for you if you ever came.”
Her words made Timothy feel as if his position in the household had been affirmed, and that put him in
an exceptional mood.
He smiled and followed the housekeeper into the house. “What is she doing?”
“Oh, a man came at nine, and Ms. Joule went to get him herself. I guess she brought him to the
greenhouse. They're probably working.”
“I'll go check on them then,” Timothy remarked, his expression visibly turning gloomy.
After the housekeeper went away, he walked toward the greenhouse.
The flattop greenhouse was located next to the mansion. It was made solely of glass. Since the
weather was good, an abundance of sunlight penetrated the glass, lavishing the flowers with warmth.
Before Timothy even reached the greenhouse, he could smell the fragrance of the flowers and hear
someone's laughter.
He held his breath and lightened his steps. Upon his entry, he saw two people standing at the brightly-
lit work table.
Johanna's fair skin appeared even more so due to the contrast of the navy blue skew-collared sweater
and skirt she was wearing. Beside her, the 1.84-meter tall young man formed a congruent picture with
her in his navy blue sweater. Johanna scribbled something on her notebook and held it out toward the man. A peal of laughter left
her upturned lips when she heard his comments.
She looked gentle and charming when she smiled under the sun.
Instead of going closer, Timothy leaned against one of the shelves in the greenhouse. He was lost in
Johanna's smile as he tried to recall if he had ever seen it in his memories.
It occurred to him that she had never looked this happy when she was with him.
Meanwhile, Johanna spotted Timothy standing by the shelf when she was talking to the man. She
instantly straightened her back. “Why are you here?”
Timothy waved his phone at her. “I called you, but you didn't answer.”
Johanna started looking for her phone on the desk, only to find it buried underneath a pile of cloth. She
tapped on it and realized she had three missed calls from Timothy. “Ah. I think I accidentally silenced
my phone, and it was covered up by all these materials.”
“It's okay,” he replied, glancing at the man beside Johanna. Seriously? A navy blue top? It's ugly.
For a moment, Timothy felt as if he was the third wheel.
He wanted to pull Johanna into his arms to show the man that she belonged to him, but the thought
was not acted upon.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he asked, “Are you not going to introduce your friend?” Before Johanna could answer, the man extended his hand gladly with a smile. “Hector Lee. I'm a
designer at Renamarc. Johanna's my friend and partner at work.”