My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 1461 She Likes You

Every day, when Timothy saw Asel rushing over to hug Johanna, wishing her a good morning and pleading with

Johanna for a cuddle but was ignored by Johanna, he felt very upset.

Asel didn't know anything. She thought her mother didn't want to pay attention to her. Gradually, she stopped

asking Johanna for hugs.

If that continued, Timothy was afraid that Asel would start to dislike Johanna.

After several hours of bustling in the kitchen, the three men successfully prepared a lavish annual feast.

Amanda handed Asel a drumstick while she held another, eating with her little mouth smeared with oil. She praised

her father and Cooper's superb cooking skills as she ate.

Pretending to be upset, Timothy said, “I also put effort into cooking. Aren't you going to praise your Uncle Tim?”

“Which dish did you make, Uncle Tim?”

Timothy pointed to the dish of steamed chicken with edamame. Although Armand was the one who cooked it, he

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was the one who had shelled the edamame and prepared the chicken.

Therefore, rounding off, he considered that dish made by him.

She scooped up some more edamame with her spoon, and after finishing, she expressed her confusion, “Huh? Why

does it taste just like the way my dad makes it?”

“We use the same kitchen utensils to cook the dishes,” said Timothy without changing his expression.

The edamame was cooked until it was tender and without much seasoning. Paired with the chicken, it tasted very

delicious. Timothy thought that Asel, now that she had teeth, could eat this kind of dish. He scooped a few spoonfuls

into her bowl.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Asel said, happily munching on the soft and tender edamame.

Once the edamame in the bowl was finished, Asel stood up from her baby chair on her own, reaching out with a

spoon to dig into the plate of steamed chicken with edamame.

She dug into the edamame with her spoon several times, and when she finally scooped up a spoonful, she was

thrilled to the core.

Asel extended the spoon toward Johanna, seemingly wanting to offer her the spoonful of edamame. Seeing her

mother engrossed in her meal and not paying any attention to her made her feel a bit disheartened.

She pouted in grievance, retracting her small hand.

Seeing the aggrieved look on his daughter's face, Timothy felt a pang in his heart. He gently cooed, “Asel, you're

doing great. You can even pick up your own food now. How about giving this spoonful of edamame to Daddy,

okay?”

“All right then.” Asel scooped a spoonful of edamame into Timothy's small bowl.

Timothy kissed her on the cheek, “Thank you, Sweetie.”

Her grievances surged quickly, but they also disappeared just as fast. Cheered up by the funny faces made by

Amanda, Asel immediately forgot the slight of being ignored by her mother.

After finishing the annual feast, Sally also returned. They took the children to the garden to set off fireworks.

It was well past ten in the evening by the time the grand fireworks display concluded.

Genevieve wanted to let Timothy and his wife stay for the night, but Timothy politely declined. He drove Johanna

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and Asel back home.

After returning home, Timothy took Asel to the bathroom for a bath.

Asel was splashing excitedly in the bathtub, showing no signs of tiredness at all.

Timothy pinched her little cheek, “Sweetie, don't you usually get sleepy by ten? Why don't you want to sleep yet

today?”

“I have to wait until twelve o'clock,” said Asel.

“Why?”

Asel stubbornly refused to tell her father, shaking her head.

Timothy imagined that after Asel and Amanda have their fun at Swallow Garden, they would surely fall asleep as

soon as they hit the bed.

He dressed Asel in her pajamas and dried her hair before carrying her out of the bathroom. “Would you like to

sleep with Mommy tonight, Asel?” he asked.

Asel pursed her lips. “Mommy doesn't like me.”

“How could that be? Mommy loves Asel the most.” Timothy kissed Asel's cheek. “It's just that Mommy has been sick

recently and doesn't feel like talking much. Asel, you should talk more with your mommy and keep her company.

I'm sure she will get better.”

Asel nodded, seemingly understanding yet not quite.

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