My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1532 Ulterior Motive

Timothy was never really angry, to begin with. He was only putting on a show for Johanna. After he understood the meaning behind Johanna's words, his heart was filled with sympathy for her.

Timothy turned to look at her, asking softly, “Jojo, are you mad at me?”

“Why would I blame you when it's not your fault?” Johanna said, “Besides, I know how much you've done for me. If I were to blame all my misfortunes on you, that would be heartless.”

She wasn't wrong, and neither was Timothy. The fault lay in the fact that she had caught the attention of a powerful demon.

“I don't blame you if you're upset with me. I'm actually quite regretful,” Timothy said with remorse. “Even if the child isn't mine, it's still yours. I shouldn't have argued with you, let alone abandon you.”

Indeed, as Johanna said, he was being too irrational. Even if there was an issue, he should have discussed it properly with Johanna.

“Didn't you tell me to forget about the past? Why are you bringing it up again?” Johanna noticed him accidentally brushing his sweater with flour while kneading the dough. She brushed the flour off with her hand, then took an apron from the hook.

Timothy bent down smoothly, allowing her to put the apron on him. “All right, all right, I won't bring it up again in the future.”

Then, he pecked Johanna when she wasn't paying attention.

Johanna acted as if she hadn't seen anything. She went to the pantry to pour a cup of warm water, but to her surprise, Timothy had already opened a bottle of mineral water and was pouring it into the porcelain basin.

Johanna paused. “Don't you know that it's better to use warm water when kneading dough?”

“Really?” Timothy stood there with a blank look and a half-empty bottle of mineral water. “I just called my mentor and asked about the steps to make pretzels. He didn't mention anything about using warm water to knead the dough.”

The last time they went to Swallow Garden for a meal, Johanna saw Armand kneading the dough for cinnamon rolls with warm water. That was why she went to the pantry to fetch water.

Johanna said, “Cold water should work too. You can knead it.”

Johanna didn't waste the warm water that was brought over. She drank it herself. Then, she leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Timothy clumsily knead the dough. The dough didn't come together, the wet mixture sticking all over his hands.

Timothy felt a bit awkward, murmuring under his breath, “I don't know what's wrong with this dough. It just won't come together.”

Suppressing a chuckle, Johanna suggested, “How about we add some water and make it into pasta soup?”

He had never cooked before, but after learning to cook in a short period, he was able to make delicious

dishes one after another, surpassing almost all beginners.

Timothy asked her, “Jojo, how do you make pasta soup? Should I call my mentor again to ask?”

“Let me do it,” Johanna instructed him to go wash his hands thoroughly.

Johanna stirred the flour with a fork, mixing it until the dough became sticky. When lifted with the fork, the dough didn't break easily. Then, she poured the remaining mineral water into the dough until it was fully submerged.

Then, she set the dough aside for it to rise and asked Timothy to fetch two eggs and a carton of milk from the refrigerator.

During that time, she made a plate of pancakes for Asel.

“Jojo, the pancakes you make are especially delicious.” Timothy placed four eggs on the counter, unabashedly saying, “Don't let Asel have them all to herself. Make a plate for me too.”

Johanna didn't say much. She just stood in front of the kitchen counter, working efficiently.

Making a pancake didn't require much skill, and she did a great job at it. As she was making the pancake, she asked with a puzzled expression, “Didn't I lose five times while playing the game last night?”

“Including the one I had before, that was only six cocktails. How could I be drunk?” She turned to look at Timothy.

Timothy pondered pretentiously, “Could it be that you can't hold your liquor?”

“I can hold my liquor pretty well. I can even drink more than half a bottle of strong whiskey.” It was precisely because of her good alcohol tolerance that Johanna found it puzzling when she was knocked out by a few cocktails.

She was certain that Timothy had tampered with the cocktails. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

However, she had just questioned Timothy before, which upset him. She was afraid that he might give her the silent treatment if she asked him again. Therefore, Johanna chose not to ask.

Timothy said, “Even if you can hold your liquor, getting drunk after a few cocktails is normal. That's especially when you haven't been drinking much for the past six months. You had a fun time drinking, but I was the one who had to deal with the aftermath.”

“I didn't lay a finger on you, but...” He paused before saying, “Jojo, you bear ulterior motives toward me.”