My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 1514 Go Ahead

Without hand warmers on him to keep his temperature up, Timothy's temperature quickly cooled down.
He turned to Johanna with an ingratiating smile and said, “The fever patch you bought is really
effective, Jojo. Look, my fever is completely gone now.”

He took her hand and placed it on his forehead. “As thanks, Jojo, what would you like for lunch? I'll
cook it for you.”

“Pancakes, Daddy,” Asel reminded.

“Since you love pancakes so much, your mommy will definitely make them for you.” Timothy turned on
the tablet and handed it to Asel for her to watch cartoons on her own before pulling Johanna into the
kitchen.

The two housekeepers were exceedingly tactful and had already left by the time Timothy, Johanna, and
Asel came downstairs.

Timothy asked Johanna for help, making an excuse about the cook being away and unable to handle
everything himself. He took an apron off the hook. “Put this apron on to avoid getting your sweater dirty,
Jojo.”

Johanna refused.

However, Timothy ignored her demurral. Without any further ado, he put the apron on Johanna. As he
was tying it for her, he inadvertently glimpsed a speck of cyan paint on the collar of her sweater.

The paint was on the back collar of the sweater, so Johanna could not see it.



She said, “I reckon I must have accidentally got some paint on my hands while squeezing it out, then
smeared it on my neck when I was tying my hair without realizing it.”

Back when Timothy took Asel to the art studio to seek Johanna out, he overheard Yuvan telling
Johanna that most oil painting pigments were extracted from minerals and contained a lot of soluble
metal elements.

Timothy's expression changed, and he quickly led Johanna upstairs to change.

Without hond wormers on him to keep his temperoture up, Timothy's temperoture quickly cooled down.
He turned to Johonno with on ingrotioting smile ond soid, “The fever potch you bought is reolly
effective, Jojo. Look, my fever is completely gone now.”

He took her hond ond ploced it on his foreheod. “As thonks, Jojo, whot would you like for lunch? I'll
cook it for you.”

“Poncokes, Doddy,” Asel reminded.

“Since you love poncokes so much, your mommy will definitely moke them for you.” Timothy turned on
the toblet ond honded it to Asel for her to wotch cortoons on her own before pulling Johonno into the
kitchen.

The two housekeepers were exceedingly toctful ond hod olreody left by the time Timothy, Johonno, ond
Asel come downstoirs.

Timothy osked Johonno for help, moking on excuse obout the cook being owoy ond unoble to hondle



everything himself. He took on opron off the hook. “Put this opron on to ovoid getting your sweoter dirty,
Jojo.”

Johonno refused.

However, Timothy ignored her demurrol. Without ony further odo, he put the opron on Johonno. As he
wos tying it for her, he inodvertently glimpsed o speck of cyon point on the collor of her sweoter.

The point wos on the bock collor of the sweoter, so Johonno could not see it.

She soid, “I reckon I must hove occidentolly got some point on my honds while squeezing it out, then
smeored it on my neck when I wos tying my hoir without reolizing it.”

Bock when Timothy took Asel to the ort studio to seek Johonno out, he overheord Yuvon telling
Johonno thot most oil pointing pigments were extrocted from minerols ond contoined o lot of soluble
metol elements.

Timothy's expression chonged, ond he quickly led Johonno upstoirs to chonge.

Watching him rummage through the walk-in closet for a change of clothes for her, Johanna pursed her
lips and said, “It's just a bit on the sweater. It's no big deal.”

“Of course, it is. What if you sweat, and the dye on the sweater gets wet and sticks to your skin?”
Timothy's eyebrows furrowed deeply at Johanna's words.

Johanna wanted to tell him that the inspection of raw materials for pigments was presently beyond
strict, and toxic ones were rare. Even if one came into contact with them, there would be no harm to the



body.

But in the end, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

She was about to take off her sweater when she noticed Timothy standing before her, staring at her
intently. She said, “I'm just going to change my sweater. You can go to the kitchen first.”

“I want to wash the sweater you're wearing. Take it off. I won't look,” Timothy said, turning around and
taking a few steps toward the door.

He had no shame, and Johanna did not want to waste time talking to him further, taking her sweater
off. By the door, Timothy secretly turned his head in her direction like a voyeur.

It was almost March, and it was not all that cold anymore. Thus, Johanna was only wearing a thin
sweater and a bra.

As she slipped off her sweater, her beautiful and fair shoulders were bared to his sight. Beneath the
alluring curves was a slender waist.

Her buttocks were perky yet not overly so but just right.

At the sight of his wife's waist, even Timothy, a man of little refinement, had a line of poetry popping
into his mind. The buttocks are full, but her waist is narrow, the one for whom the sun shines!

He felt his crotch tighten slightly. Afraid that Johanna might notice something, he quickly turned away.

After Johanna had changed into the new sweater, Timothy walked over and picked up the one on the



chair. He said casually, “I'll toss this in the washing machine. It'll be ready for you to bring it home with
you in the afternoon.”

He went into the bathroom with the sweater in hand. Seizing the moment of solitude, he lowered his
head and buried his face in the soft wool, inhaling deeply.

The sweater carried the faint enticing scent of his wife, very much fragrant and utterly alluring.

A while later, Timothy came down from upstairs refreshed and invigorated. Upon entering the kitchen,
he saw Johanna in an apron, beating eggs to prepare pancakes.

He slipped on an apron and asked Johanna for assistance. “Please help me tie the straps, Jojo.”

“You've only got a fever. It's not like your hands are paralyzed,” Johanna could not help but retort.
However, seeing that the man was standing still with his back to her, she had no choice but to step
forward and tie his apron for him.

Timothy swiftly turned around and gave her a quick kiss, his eyes brimming with delight. “Thank you,
Jojo.”

Johanna was at her wits' end with his repeatedly roguish behavior. Suppressing her frustration, she
intentionally prompted, “Weren't you the one who got upset about my infidelity and wanted a divorce?”

“Really?” Timothy raised an eyebrow. He pondered briefly before saying, “He's not as handsome as I
am nor as wealthy. Why would I get upset over someone like him? Go ahead if you're looking for some
novelty to amuse yourself.”



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