My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 913

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Chapter 913

Johanna kept observing Harry. Suddenly, she huddled up close to Genevieve and muttered, “Armand's mother is

incredibly gorgeous. It's no wonder all her three children are so handsome.”

Genevieve stared daggers at her, worried that Harry might overhear her comment.

“Fine.” Johanna dropped the topic.

When Harry served Johanna a glass of water, he asked curiously, “What did you say, Jojo?”

Being called her nickname made Johanna, who was already a mother, feel like she was still a college student. She

smiled while cupping her face with her hand. “I was telling Genev that you look hot. You were my epitome of an

ideal boyfriend when I was eighteen; tall, handsome, one who knows how to play basketball, car racing, surfing, and

more! What a cool dude! If I were still in my teens, I'd definitely write you a love letter and confess my feelings for

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you.”

“Oh, please don't.” Genevieve shot her a look. “You're doomed if Timothy hears this.”

Johanna scoffed, “He had his share of love stories. When we first got together, he was still thinking about his first

love from school. Did I comment on that?”

Knowing that she could not win the argument with Johanna, Genevieve ignored her and looked at the menu instead.

As Johanna continued scrutinizing Harry, an idea suddenly dawned on her. “I'm going to open a shop for my fashion

label in Paragon Mall. Coincidentally, we need a male model. What do you think about working as a model at my

studio for a five-digit hourly wage? If you're worried about exposing your identity, you can wear a mask during the

shoot. We just need to photograph your body.”

“That's a very high hourly wage!” Harry's eyes lit up with excitement. “Sure!” he agreed right away.

Subsequently, Johanna whipped out her phone and exchanged numbers with Harry.

As soon as the waiter left their table, another one came with a stalk of white rose. He bent down and asked politely,

“May I know which one is Ms. Joule?”

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Johanna arched her brow and responded, “This is she. What's up?”

“A man gifted you this rose.” The waiter handed the flower to Johanna and added, “He wishes you a good time with

your friends.”

Stunned, she stared at the rose blankly until her lit phone screen caught her attention.

Timothy texted: Darling, I'll go pick you up when I knock off in about half an hour. Love you.

What a pleasant surprise! He knows my whereabouts? I suppose he got help for this.



Johanna waved the rose at Genevieve and giggled. “See? This is what a man does. He wants to be romantic, yet he

sent me only a stalk of rose. Does he think I don't have the energy to carry a big bouquet?”

Genevieve chuckled. “Perhaps he thought that it's inconvenient to keep a bouquet when you're eating out.”

As she reached for her phone to check the time, Armand's message came in, informing her that he was in Room

303.

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“It's so noisy here. Let's get a private room,” Genevieve then suggested.

With that, the four of them moved to a private lounge. A man was already sitting there, barbecuing some high-

quality beef. There were plenty of dishes placed on the big round table.

At that moment, Genevieve did not know how to react.

When he was masquerading as Bruce, we couldn't meet up during the day. Now that he's working for the

government, it's still equally challenging for us to sit together and have a meal in public.

Genevieve strode across the room and took a seat beside him. “I thought you needed to work past eight o'clock?”

“I managed to finish early. Hence, I'm here to keep you company.” Armand swept a glance at Harry, who entered

the room last. However, he withdrew his gaze very quickly and served Genevieve some beef.

“Mr. Faulkner, I'll despise you if you're only going to grill meat for Genev.” Johanna was brutally honest.

“Whatever makes you happy.” Armand was not bothered by her remarks at all.

Johanna rolled her eyes at him and sat down beside Genevieve. “Genev, you still love me, right?” she said in a child-

like voice.

Feeling rather helpless, Genevieve fed her a piece of beef.