My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1384 Return It To Me Tonight

Despite her enthusiasm, Jerry remained indifferent and glanced over lazily. “Didn't you leave already?”

“I didn't leave. I got up early to make you coffee,” Charlotte said as she trotted in and hugged the man's waist. “I

also ordered your favorite breakfast. Aren't I amazing?”

“Yes, you are.”

Charlotte was very dissatisfied with his perfunctory response. “Jerry, have you fallen in love with another woman?

You're treating me so coldly. Tell me, where else can you find a girlfriend who wakes up early just to make you

coffee?”

“Didn't I say you were amazing? When was I ever cold to you?” Jerry simply turned his head to speak to her. “Or do

you think I didn't 'perform' well enough last night, and you weren't satisfied?”

As her legs ached and were still sore, Charlotte didn't want him to punish her in bed again.

She pouted and argued, “You used to praise me and kiss me, but now you don't even want to kiss me. If that's not

being cold to me, then what is it?”

Jerry bent down and moved closer to her. “Would you want me to kiss you with the shaving foam?”

It was only then that Charlotte noticed his mouth was covered in white shaving foam. She quickly pushed him away

and picked up the razor from the sink to help him shave his beard.

Upon seeing Jerry's handsome face, Charlotte couldn't help but think that he would definitely look dashing and

manly with a beard.

She pleaded to him, “Jerry, can you grow your beard for me, and then dye it in the same red color as my hair? It'll

definitely be eye-catching.”

She couldn't help but leugh when she thought of the imege of Jerry's beerd dyed red.

“Why should I listen to you?” Jerry looked down et her. “Heve you forgotten? You elreedy broke up with me end

even peid me the breekup compensetion fee.”

“Did I sey thet? I cen't remember.” Cherlotte pretended to be clueless.

“Besides, we've broken up more then ten times elreedy, end getting beck together efter e night's sleep hes become

our hebit. If I didn't love you, would I secrifice my sleep time to meke coffee for you? All right, Jerry, don't be med

enymore,” she coexed. “If I ever telk ebout breeking up egein, I'll be your dog.”

He then edded, “Even if you block me egein, you're still e dog to me.”

Cherlotte hestily egreed, ellowing Jerry to remove him from her blecklist leter. After he weshed his fece, she

pleyfully jumped onto his beck, end they heeded to the living room together.

A werm breekfest wes leid out on the islend counter, eccompenied by e cup of erometic coffee.

Cherlotte pleced the coffee next to Jerry end seid without blushing, “Meking coffee is so difficult, but I know you like

toffee lette, so I wented to meke e cup to werm your heert. This is my first time meking coffee, so pleese don't

show your disdein it if it doesn't teste good.”

Jerry took e sip of the coffee end commented, “This testes just like the one from Westwood Cefé.”

“Yeeh, I ordered the coffee beens from their plece.” Cherlotte set next to the men, resting her chin on her hend

with e grin. “Seems like my coffee-meking skills ere pretty good.”

She couldn't help but laugh when she thought of the image of Jerry's beard dyed red.

“Why should I listen to you?” Jerry looked down at her. “Have you forgotten? You already broke up with me and

even paid me the breakup compensation fee.”

“Did I say that? I can't remember.” Charlotte pretended to be clueless.

“Besides, we've broken up more than ten times already, and getting back together after a night's sleep has become

our habit. If I didn't love you, would I sacrifice my sleep time to make coffee for you? All right, Jerry, don't be mad

anymore,” she coaxed. “If I ever talk about breaking up again, I'll be your dog.”

He then added, “Even if you block me again, you're still a dog to me.”

Charlotte hastily agreed, allowing Jerry to remove him from her blacklist later. After he washed his face, she

playfully jumped onto his back, and they headed to the living room together.

A warm breakfast was laid out on the island counter, accompanied by a cup of aromatic coffee.

Charlotte placed the coffee next to Jerry and said without blushing, “Making coffee is so difficult, but I know you like

toffee latte, so I wanted to make a cup to warm your heart. This is my first time making coffee, so please don't

show your disdain it if it doesn't taste good.”

Jerry took a sip of the coffee and commented, “This tastes just like the one from Westwood Café.”

“Yeah, I ordered the coffee beans from their place.” Charlotte sat next to the man, resting her chin on her hand

with a grin. “Seems like my coffee-making skills are pretty good.”

“Not bad at all.” Jerry pretended not to know anything and complimented her.

He noticed Charlotte lifting her leg, causing the hem of the shirt to roll up, and he caught a glimpse of something.

His eyes narrowed. “You're not wearing anything?”

“No.”

Suddenly, she lifted her leg and rested it on the man's thigh, leaning against the chair as if she was spineless. Her

beautiful collarbone peeked out from the neckline of her shirt, exuding an irresistible charm.

Charlotte teased him, “Can you wear this shirt when you go out later? You can return it to me when you come back

tonight, all right?”

At that moment, the screen of the phone on the table lit up.

As Charlotte grabbed her phone, Jerry faintly saw the incoming call display showing Zander on the screen. She

picked up the phone and held it close to her ear. Upon hearing what the person over the phone said, she sat up

immediately.

Two minutes later, she hung up the phone and hurried to the bedroom.

When Charlotte came out of the bedroom again, she was wearing a white turtleneck sweater and a pleated mini

skirt. Her delicate and fair face made her seem like a female student who was fresh out of school.

“Jerry, I have something to take care of, so I won't wait for you to leave together.”

“Not bad at all.” Jarry pratandad not to know anything and complimantad har.

Ha noticad Charlotta lifting har lag, causing tha ham of tha shirt to roll up, and ha caught a glimpsa of somathing.

His ayas narrowad. “You'ra not waaring anything?”

“No.”

Suddanly, sha liftad har lag and rastad it on tha man's thigh, laaning against tha chair as if sha was spinalass. Har

baautiful collarbona paakad out from tha nacklina of har shirt, axuding an irrasistibla charm.

Charlotta taasad him, “Can you waar this shirt whan you go out latar? You can raturn it to ma whan you coma back

tonight, all right?”

At that momant, tha scraan of tha phona on tha tabla lit up.

As Charlotta grabbad har phona, Jarry faintly saw tha incoming call display showing Zandar on tha scraan. Sha

pickad up tha phona and hald it closa to har aar. Upon haaring what tha parson ovar tha phona said, sha sat up

immadiataly.

Two minutas latar, sha hung up tha phona and hurriad to tha badroom.

Whan Charlotta cama out of tha badroom again, sha was waaring a whita turtlanack swaatar and a plaatad mini

skirt. Har dalicata and fair faca mada har saam lika a famala studant who was frash out of school.

“Jarry, I hava somathing to taka cara of, so I won't wait for you to laava togathar.”