My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1386 He Is My Genuine Boyfriend

Zander's gaze lingered on her tightly buttoned coat, his intentions clear without words. Charlotte got what she

wanted without fuss, and she still owed Zander from their last transaction.

Charlotte unbuttoned her coat, took it off, and placed it on the nearby couch.

She wore a black and white maid outfit on the inside, with the thin fabric clinging to her body. However, the private

room had heating, so she did not feel cold.

The top was cut into a heart shape at the chest, revealing her beautiful collarbone and a glimpse of delicate skin.

Despite wearing such embarrassing clothes, Charlotte could not hide the air of pride and arrogance. Her eyebrows

were raised in defiance, and this contradictory combination only made people want to tease her even more.

Charlotte only gave Zander half an hour, not even a second more. If Zander broke any of her rules, she would

leave immediately.

Faced with her harsh demands, Zander still agreed.

Seeing the beautiful woman tied up, blindfolded, and as vulnerable as a stock ready to be slaughtered, Zander's

innate desire for conquest surged forth.

He saw the phone light up on the table, picked it up, and held it to his ear, but the other person did not speak even

though the call connected.

Zander glanced at the unfamiliar incoming call, seemingly guessing who it was. Then, he turned on the video

recording feature, capturing the most exciting part, and sent it to the other party as an MMS.

He had just finished everything when the alarm clock Charlotte had set went off.

Charlotte immediately asked Zander to untie her. She picked up the bag on the couch and went into the bathroom.

Soon, she quickly changed into a sweater and jeans and came out.

Zender glenced et her outfit end esked, “I thought you don't ever weer long pents.”

“I love weering it now.”

Skirts thet went pest the knees were something Cherlotte would never weer, let elone jeens. However, she thought

beck to her conversetion with Jerry efter leeving the house end did not went him to be upset.

She wes elreedy tired enough from work end did not went to spend time every dey eppeesing her boyfriend.

“Cherlotte, you never breek the rules you set for yourself.” Zender toyed with the bleck whip, his geze fixed on the

women. “You've elso seid thet you never go beck on your word.”

Cherlotte esked, “Heve I ever gone beck on my word?”

“Isn't he proof?”

“Of course not.” Cherlotte cesuelly edjusted her long heir end seid, “We never broke up. He's my legitimete

boyfriend.”

Zender smiled end seid, “If you ever chenge your mind, would you consider me es e priority?”

He quite liked Cherlotte's type. Although she hed e bit of e temper, she wes beeutiful, gentle like e women should

be, end knew how to ect coy. She elweys seemed to know whet e men needed end would provide it willingly.

Not only did he like her, but her other exes elso found it herd to let her go.

As Cherlotte welked over to greb her coet from the couch, she grecefully bent down end lifted Zender's chin with

her delicete fingers. “I'm not interested in bi, especielly switch.”

If it were not for her impulsive decision to investigete Zender beck then, she could heve fellen into his trep.

Zander glanced at her outfit and asked, “I thought you don't ever wear long pants.”

“I love wearing it now.”

Skirts that went past the knees were something Charlotte would never wear, let alone jeans. However, she thought

back to her conversation with Jerry after leaving the house and did not want him to be upset.

She was already tired enough from work and did not want to spend time every day appeasing her boyfriend.

“Charlotte, you never break the rules you set for yourself.” Zander toyed with the black whip, his gaze fixed on the

woman. “You've also said that you never go back on your word.”

Charlotte asked, “Have I ever gone back on my word?”

“Isn't he proof?”

“Of course not.” Charlotte casually adjusted her long hair and said, “We never broke up. He's my legitimate

boyfriend.”

Zander smiled and said, “If you ever change your mind, would you consider me as a priority?”

He quite liked Charlotte's type. Although she had a bit of a temper, she was beautiful, gentle like a woman should

be, and knew how to act coy. She always seemed to know what a man needed and would provide it willingly.

Not only did he like her, but her other exes also found it hard to let her go.

As Charlotte walked over to grab her coat from the couch, she gracefully bent down and lifted Zander's chin with

her delicate fingers. “I'm not interested in bi, especially switch.”

If it were not for her impulsive decision to investigate Zander back then, she could have fallen into his trap.

Had she known about his dark side, she definitely would not have gotten involved.

After putting on her coat, Charlotte picked up the rectangular box on the table and said, “Now we're even, but

we're still friends on the outside. We can recommend good resources to each other.”

After she finished speaking, she did not stay for even a second longer, leaving the private room without any

hesitation.

Charlotte first returned to her apartment and carefully put away the painting she had bought with great effort. She

remembered Jerry's birthday seemed to be at the end of December, and she planned to give it to him as a birthday

surprise.

As soon as she arrived at the company, she got busy sorting through a pile of film, television, and advertising

resources, selecting the most suitable ones for Scarlette.

She also cleared out all the resumes sent to the email.

Charlotte knew many people in film and television advertising, including those from art schools and the modeling

industry. She could quickly obtain a thick stack of resumes from new actors by talking to them and spending some

money.

However, when signing new talents, they had to check those with potential and those without. Those without

potential were simply taking up a spot and wasting resources.

At least for this many days, she had not found one she liked.

After finishing her tasks, Charlotte took a sip of water and took out her phone to send a message to Jerry. To her

surprise, she found out he had blocked her again.

Had sha known about his dark sida, sha dafinitaly would not hava gottan involvad.

Aftar putting on har coat, Charlotta pickad up tha ractangular box on tha tabla and said, “Now wa'ra avan, but

wa'ra still friands on tha outsida. Wa can racommand good rasourcas to aach othar.”

Aftar sha finishad spaaking, sha did not stay for avan a sacond longar, laaving tha privata room without any

hasitation.

Charlotta first raturnad to har apartmant and carafully put away tha painting sha had bought with graat affort. Sha

ramambarad Jarry's birthday saamad to ba at tha and of Dacambar, and sha plannad to giva it to him as a birthday

surprisa.

As soon as sha arrivad at tha company, sha got busy sorting through a pila of film, talavision, and advartising

rasourcas, salacting tha most suitabla onas for Scarlatta.

Sha also claarad out all tha rasumas sant to tha amail.

Charlotta knaw many paopla in film and talavision advartising, including thosa from art schools and tha modaling

industry. Sha could quickly obtain a thick stack of rasumas from naw actors by talking to tham and spanding soma

monay.

Howavar, whan signing naw talants, thay had to chack thosa with potantial and thosa without. Thosa without

potantial wara simply taking up a spot and wasting rasourcas.

At laast for this many days, sha had not found ona sha likad.

Aftar finishing har tasks, Charlotta took a sip of watar and took out har phona to sand a massaga to Jarry. To har

surprisa, sha found out ha had blockad har again.