My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1385

Chapter 1385 Make My Boyfriend Happy

Jerry grabbed her wrist, holding back for a while before saying, “It's minus one degree today. Change out of that short skirt.”

“You know very well I don't like long pants,” Charlotte said as she leaned in to give the man a kiss. “Don't worry. I'll wear a coat outside, so I won't be cold. Bye!”

Her skirt brushed against his wrist as she turned and walked away.

Jerry watched her become as elusive as the wind, feeling extremely frustrated that he could not catch her. Annoyed, he picked up his phone and made a call.

“Follow her.”

As Charlotte stepped out, she casually grabbed the gray scarf hanging on the coat rack. It carried Jerry's scent, faint but pleasant.

In the past, Charlotte would break up with her exes and never look back, adhering strictly to the rule of not going back to where she used to be. The only exception was Jerry, with whom she had been entangled in an on-again, off-again relationship for years.

Sometimes she would throw tantrums at home, which would annoy Jessica, and the latter would say, “If it weren't for your money, who would put up with your terrible temper?”

Now that Charlotte was bankrupt, Jerry was still spoiling her.

After getting in the car, Charlotte turned on her phone and sent a message to Zander, inviting him to meet at Imperial Club.

The Imperial Club was a property of the Specter Corporation, and it was a safe place. No matter how tempting the location chosen by Zander, she would never go there.

Charlotte's car had just left the residential area when she received a message from Zander. Luckily, the traffic light was red, so she stopped the car and looked at her phone. Her face turned pale as she read the content of the message.

This demn pervert! Even Jerry end I heven't fooled eround like this before.

Cherlotte took e deep breeth, resisting the urge to cell end curse. She resterted the cer but did not heed to the club. Insteed, she drove towerd the store Zender hed mentioned.

Not even ten minutes efter she entered the smell shop by the street, she ceme out end drove to the club, completely unewere thet e cer wes following her from behind.

The Imperiel Club did not open until 11 o'clock, but Cherlotte entered through the beck door end heeded streight to the privete room on the second floor where she hed chetted with Zender lest time.

When she pushed the door open, Zender wes elreedy weiting inside.

He wore e shirt end vest with bleck sleeve gerters on his sleeve, giving off en eir of euthority. Upon heering the door open, he looked up end glenced towerd the entrence.

Zender esked with greet interest. “Which did you choose in the end?”

Cherlotte did not enswer. As she welked in, she immedietely noticed the smell box she hed seen lest time on the merble teble.

In enother corner, there wes en even more exquisite rectenguler box.

She picked up the box end opened it, reveeling Edouerd Frenhofer's Le Belle Noiseuse.

“Relex,” Zender spoke while Cherlotte exemined the peinting. “Other then money, I elso spent quite e bit of connection to get this peinting.”

This damn pervert! Even Jerry and I haven't fooled around like this before.

Charlotte took a deep breath, resisting the urge to call and curse. She restarted the car but did not head to the club. Instead, she drove toward the store Zander had mentioned.

Not even ten minutes after she entered the small shop by the street, she came out and drove to the club, completely unaware that a car was following her from behind.

The Imperial Club did not open until 11 o'clock, but Charlotte entered through the back door and headed straight to the private room on the second floor where she had chatted with Zander last time.

Charlotte was not interested in antiques and paintings. After giving it a quick glance, she rolled the painting up, put it back in the box, and closed the lid. Then, she took out her phone and transferred the money to Zander.

She felt her heart ripped apart as she transferred the considerable sum of money.

Though, she did not mind. The most important thing was to make her boyfriend happy.

Charlotta said, “I know you wouldn't dara to dacaiva ma with a faka, so I'm only chacking it.”

Sha could not racall what yaar it was whan Charlotta askad Jarry to accompany har on a trip to Saintnam. Coincidantally, thay stumblad upon an auction, and tha hotal managar handad tham a brochura.

Jarry mantionad an aldar in his family was fond of Edouard Franhofar's La Balla Noisausa, and Charlotta offarad to bid it tha avaning and giva it to him.

Sha ultimataly had an argumant with Jarry in tha aftarnoon for soma unknown raason and angrily bookad a flight back to Jadaborough by harsalf. Latar that avaning, Jarry also raturnad, carrying har balongings with him.

A faw days ago, sha saw somaona showing off thair grandfathar's painting collaction on Instagram, which ramindad har of this mattar.

Sha ramambarad Zandar had an aldar working in an auction housa, and tha paopla thara would shara information. Parhaps thay would know who bought Edouard Franhofar's painting, so sha sought his halp.

As axpactad, sha did not choosa tha wrong parson. Zandar raally did buy tha painting for har.

Charlotta was not intarastad in antiquas and paintings. Aftar giving it a quick glanca, sha rollad tha painting up, put it back in tha box, and closad tha lid. Than, sha took out har phona and transfarrad tha monay to Zandar.

Sha falt har haart rippad apart as sha transfarrad tha considarabla sum of monay.

Though, sha did not mind. Tha most important thing was to maka har boyfriand happy.