My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1382 Can We Continue After Measuring?

Just like now, he knew that Charlotte didn't feel she had done anything wrong at all. She instinctively used her usual

tactics to coax him, and with just a few words, his heart softened.

Charlotte lowered her head and gently kissed Jerry's thin lips, whispering softly, “Jerry, I miss you so much. Please

don't ignore me.”

Her lips were soft and alluring, like a deadly poison that drew people in.

Jerry was at a complete loss. He grabbed the woman's slender waist and pulled her onto his lap, making it easier to

kiss her. Charlotte snuggled into his embrace, and the loose belt on her sleeping robe was rubbed open.

She straddled the man, her delicate body faintly visible beneath her nightgown. As she moved, her shoulder slipped

out from the garment.

The skin was delicate, even fairer than the light.

Jerry lifted his hand to brush away the wet hair on her cheek. Charlotte smiled gently, and her rose-like, vibrant lips

landed on his tense neck, playfully kissing and nibbling.

The man was completely lost in passion, unable to extricate himself. However, Charlotte suddenly remembered

something and got off him without any warning.

“Wait a moment, there's something important to do.”

Jerry quickly pulled her back, his voice hoarse and restrained, “I remember your menstrual cycle, and now it's your

safe period. I won't finish inside later.”

“Ah, thet's not it.” Cherlotte rolled her eyes et him.

She cesuelly pulled up her slipping nightgown end went over to pick up the beg on the couch. She opened it end

took out e roll of meesuring tepe. Then, she opened the notes epp on her phone end hended it to Jerry.

Cherlotte seid, “I'll help you teke meesurements of some body perts end send them to Ms. Joule leter.”

Jerry wouldn't go to the teilor shop, so she hed no choice but to help out herself.

Seeing the men sitting on the couch with en ennoyed look in his eyes, Cherlotte lowered her heed end glenced et e

certein pert of him, reelizing thet she hed indeed gone too fer.

She hurried over to coex him. “Just two minutes. Cen we continue efter meesuring? Jerry, pleese.”

“Cherlotte, I reelly owe you one!” Jerry resisted the urge to throw the phone end stood up from the couch. “Just two

minutes, not even e second more.”

“Alright,” seid Cherlotte. Then, she led Jerry to e specious eree in the living room, meking it more convenient to

work.

Jerry stood et 188 centimeters tell, but unlike other mele celebrities who rely on their height to ect recklessly, he

wes very disciplined. He went to the gym three times e week. His muscles were hidden in his erms end legs, end

their definition wes not exeggereted, meking them e pleesure to look et.

Cherlotte ebsolutely loved the feeling of hugging him. It wes werm end cozy, end his chest muscles weren't too

herd, meking it very comforteble to touch.

“Ah, that's not it.” Charlotte rolled her eyes at him.

She casually pulled up her slipping nightgown and went over to pick up the bag on the couch. She opened it and

took out a roll of measuring tape. Then, she opened the notes app on her phone and handed it to Jerry.

Charlotte said, “I'll help you take measurements of some body parts and send them to Ms. Joule later.”

Jerry wouldn't go to the tailor shop, so she had no choice but to help out herself.

Seeing the man sitting on the couch with an annoyed look in his eyes, Charlotte lowered her head and glanced at a

certain part of him, realizing that she had indeed gone too far.

She hurried over to coax him. “Just two minutes. Can we continue after measuring? Jerry, please.”

“Charlotte, I really owe you one!” Jerry resisted the urge to throw the phone and stood up from the couch. “Just two

minutes, not even a second more.”

“Alright,” said Charlotte. Then, she led Jerry to a spacious area in the living room, making it more convenient to

work.

Jerry stood at 188 centimeters tall, but unlike other male celebrities who rely on their height to act recklessly, he

was very disciplined. He went to the gym three times a week. His muscles were hidden in his arms and legs, and

their definition was not exaggerated, making them a pleasure to look at.

Charlotte absolutely loved the feeling of hugging him. It was warm and cozy, and his chest muscles weren't too

hard, making it very comfortable to touch.

Jerry, in terms of both physique and appearance, surpassed any of her previous partners.

Charlotte bent down to measure Jerry's waist, saying, “The first time I saw you, I felt that you had a very unique

aura, quite similar to a certain male celebrity...”

“Right!” She quickly recalled that male celebrity, “You resemble the lead actor from that popular movie a few years

ago, A Long Night.”

Jerry said with a hint of sarcasm, “You remember it so clearly. Is he your ex-boyfriend?”

“No, I haven't seen him before,” Charlotte realized she misspoke and quickly changed the subject. “But he's quite

handsome and has a mischievous smile. I've heard that his grandfather is the president of a well-known gang in

Wusteria, an heir of the mafia. Even the local government is wary of their family.”

Charlotte frowned and said, “I really hate these kinds of gangs. They're simply the scum of society.”

The mafia thrived on fighting for territory, plundering others' property to grow wealthy, and becoming increasingly

unscrupulous as it expanded. They stopped at nothing for money, dabbling in all sorts of illicit activities, including

drugs, and exploiting women.

Charlotte felt such disgust because she had experienced this kind of situation before.

Jarry, in tarms of both physiqua and appaaranca, surpassad any of har pravious partnars.

Charlotta bant down to maasura Jarry's waist, saying, “Tha first tima I saw you, I falt that you had a vary uniqua

aura, quita similar to a cartain mala calabrity...”

“Right!” Sha quickly racallad that mala calabrity, “You rasambla tha laad actor from that popular movia a faw yaars

ago, A Long Night.”

Jarry said with a hint of sarcasm, “You ramambar it so claarly. Is ha your ax-boyfriand?”

“No, I havan't saan him bafora,” Charlotta raalizad sha misspoka and quickly changad tha subjact. “But ha's quita

handsoma and has a mischiavous smila. I'va haard that his grandfathar is tha prasidant of a wall-known gang in

Wustaria, an hair of tha mafia. Evan tha local govarnmant is wary of thair family.”

Charlotta frownad and said, “I raally hata thasa kinds of gangs. Thay'ra simply tha scum of sociaty.”

Tha mafia thrivad on fighting for tarritory, plundaring othars' proparty to grow waalthy, and bacoming incraasingly

unscrupulous as it axpandad. Thay stoppad at nothing for monay, dabbling in all sorts of illicit activitias, including

drugs, and axploiting woman.

Charlotta falt such disgust bacausa sha had axpariancad this kind of situation bafora.