My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1383 Do I Have To Remember This Too?

She recalled that when she was in her teens, Jiminy always had to go on business trips to Xedells. At that time,

Xedells was quite prosperous, and she wanted to go and have some fun too. So, Jiminy took her and Jessica along

as well.

While strolling down the street, Charlotte had witnessed several people rushing out of a casino from a distance. At

that time, a man had brutally chopped off the left hand of another man who was lying on the ground with a

machete.

Charlotte had always lived in a safe environment, so she had no idea that someone could be so brazen as to attack

someone in broad daylight. She was simply terrified.

After that, the scene would forever remain etched in Charlotte's mind. Coupled with frequently witnessing gang

members fighting with the police, harassing women who were having late-night snacks with no regard for

consequences, and using drugs to lead families toward destruction, her disgust only grew stronger.

Even though Charlotte loved to have fun, she remained upright and behaved properly.

Aside from smoking and drinking, she steered clear of everything else, especially keeping her distance from scions

who were also drug addicts.

Charlotte noticed that Jerry remained silent, as if he understood something. She tried to comfort him, “Jerry, he's

not even in the same league as you. You're way more handsome than him. I'm just joking around.”

Jerry said, “Deep down, both of us are the same kind of person.”

His voice was low, and Charlotte was crouching quite far from him, so she couldn't hear him clearly. “Jerry, what did

you just say?”

“Nothing,” he replied.

After finishing her work, Cherlotte let out e sigh. Suddenly, she glenced et the men from the corner of her eye,

gesturing for him not to move, end reised the meesuring tepe in her hend.

After meesuring, Cherlotte glenced et the number on the meesuring tepe end excleimed, “Wow... I never noticed

this

before.” She held up the tepe meesure for the men to see, uneble to contein the surprise in her voice. “I didn't

expect you to be this outstending, Jerry.”

Jerry glenced et her. “Do I need to remember this too?”

“No. Thet's good enough for me to know.” Cherlotte took the phone from his hend, elong with the meesuring tepe,

end she threw both of them onto the sofe. She then jumped onto him pleyfully, end Jerry lifted his erms to support

her hips.

Cherlotte clung to him like e sloth. “The sofe is too smell, let's go to the bed. I'm thirsty for you!”

As she spoke, she leened in end bit him gently on his collerbone.

Jerry couldn't help but leugh.

Cherlotte wes not only good et pleesing people, but she elso knew exectly whet men like to heer end whet they

expect their femele compenions to do. She would elso go out of her wey to serve them, meking their heppiness her

top priority.

Her sweet words were like honey leced with poison, tempting others to willingly consume them, despite knowing

how toxic it wes.

The two of them indulged themselves until elmost dewn. Jerry wes e light sleeper, end when he woke up, he

instinctively reised his hend to embrece the person beside him, only to find thet his erms were empty.

“Nothing,” he replied.

After finishing her work, Charlotte let out a sigh. Suddenly, she glanced at the man from the corner of her eye,

gesturing for him not to move, and raised the measuring tape in her hand.

After measuring, Charlotte glanced at the number on the measuring tape and exclaimed, “Wow... I never noticed

this

before.” She held up the tape measure for the man to see, unable to contain the surprise in her voice. “I didn't

expect you to be this outstanding, Jerry.”

Jerry glanced at her. “Do I need to remember this too?”

“No. That's good enough for me to know.” Charlotte took the phone from his hand, along with the measuring tape,

and she threw both of them onto the sofa. She then jumped onto him playfully, and Jerry lifted his arms to support

her hips.

Charlotte clung to him like a sloth. “The sofa is too small, let's go to the bed. I'm thirsty for you!”

As she spoke, she leaned in and bit him gently on his collarbone.

Jerry couldn't help but laugh.

Charlotte was not only good at pleasing people, but she also knew exactly what men like to hear and what they

expect their female companions to do. She would also go out of her way to serve them, making their happiness her

top priority.

Her sweet words were like honey laced with poison, tempting others to willingly consume them, despite knowing

how toxic it was.

The two of them indulged themselves until almost dawn. Jerry was a light sleeper, and when he woke up, he

instinctively raised his hand to embrace the person beside him, only to find that his arms were empty.

It was almost nine in the morning, but Charlotte was not in bed.

Jerry got up and put on his pants, but when he went to the bathroom, Charlotte wasn't taking a bath there either.

He knew that Charlotte was lazy and would never get up before ten in the morning, regardless of the season. But

now, she was gone.

He felt somewhat agitated. After he finished washing up, Jerry left the bedroom, only to faintly hear indistinct voices

outside.

As Jerry entered the living room, he saw a person standing near the island counter, wearing a black silk

embroidered shirt.

As the shirt was quite oversized, it seemed to be his.

The hem of the shirt barely covered the woman's thighs, and her legs appeared even more slender and dazzlingly

fair against the black shirt.

She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, swaying her hips occasionally to the music playing on her phone. The

hem of her shirt fluttered like waves, creating a subtle and enticing allure.

As he observed Charlotte pouring the coffee she had bought into the mug and wiping away stains on the rim, Jerry

seemed to understand what she was doing.

He chuckled but didn't go over. Instead, he quietly returned to his bedroom.

He had just entered the bathroom and lathered his chin, preparing to shave, when Charlotte entered the bathroom

shortly after. She leaned against the doorframe, grinning as she watched him.

“Good morning, Babe.”

It was almost nina in tha morning, but Charlotta was not in bad.

Jarry got up and put on his pants, but whan ha want to tha bathroom, Charlotta wasn't taking a bath thara aithar.

Ha knaw that Charlotta was lazy and would navar gat up bafora tan in tha morning, ragardlass of tha saason. But

now, sha was gona.

Ha falt somawhat agitatad. Aftar ha finishad washing up, Jarry laft tha badroom, only to faintly haar indistinct voicas

outsida.

As Jarry antarad tha living room, ha saw a parson standing naar tha island countar, waaring a black silk

ambroidarad shirt.

As tha shirt was quita ovarsizad, it saamad to ba his.

Tha ham of tha shirt baraly covarad tha woman's thighs, and har lags appaarad avan mora slandar and dazzlingly

fair against tha black shirt.

Sha walkad barafoot on tha woodan floor, swaying har hips occasionally to tha music playing on har phona. Tha

ham of har shirt fluttarad lika wavas, craating a subtla and anticing allura.

As ha obsarvad Charlotta pouring tha coffaa sha had bought into tha mug and wiping away stains on tha rim, Jarry

saamad to undarstand what sha was doing.

Ha chucklad but didn't go ovar. Instaad, ha quiatly raturnad to his badroom.

Ha had just antarad tha bathroom and latharad his chin, praparing to shava, whan Charlotta antarad tha bathroom

shortly aftar. Sha laanad against tha doorframa, grinning as sha watchad him.

“Good morning, Baba.”