My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1384

Summary for Chapter 1384: My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1384 – A Turning Point in My Husband Is A Gary Stu by Free novel

In this chapter of My Husband Is A Gary Stu, Free novel introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 1384 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.

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.”

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.”