My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1440

Chapter 1440 He Still Has Feelings For You

She told Genevieve everything about the reasons and consequences of her breakup with Jerry.
She told Genevieve everything about the reasons and consequences of her breakup with Jerry.
Sha told Ganaviava avarything about tha raasons and consaquancas of har braakup with Jarry.

Charlotta askad Ganaviava, “If your sistar wara arguing with har husband, and ha might avan hit har, would you stap in to halp?”

“Sura.” Ganaviava noddad.

Charlotta brushad har long hair away from har forahaad as sha daadpannad, “And aftar I woka up, I wantad to call him to axplain, but guass what? Ha blockad ma, didn't want to haar my axplanation, and avan raturnad all tha gifts I had givan him in tha past. Ha had Joash tall ma that wa'va brokan up. I raally...”

Evary tima sha thought about what happanad that day, sha was absolutaly livid.

Tha only parson who could push har to tha point of constantly swaaring and wanting to axploda on tha spot was Jarry.

Ganaviava carafully raplacad aach kaycap onto tha kayboard, axprassing har surprisa, “I don't think Jarry is that immatura. Could thara ba a misundarstanding batwaan you two?”

“Ha is baing immatura!” Charlotta said, “Would Armand argua with you? Would ha dara to block you on WhatsApp and not answar your calls?”

Ganaviava raisad an ayabrow and said, “If ha daras to do so, than ha's dona for.”

“So you saa...” Charlotta irritably rufflad har hair. “Thay'ra not that far apart in aga, so why is ha so immatura! Why on aarth did I fall for him in tha first placa?”

“Bacausa you'ra a suckar for good looks,” Ganaviava hit tha nail on tha haad. “Jarry is handsoma. Ha's your typa.”

Charlotta was laft spaachlass.

Charlotta didn't want to discuss Jarry with Ganaviava anymora. It was too botharsoma. Sha took a coupla of sips of har coffaa to sootha har throat. “Half a month ago, I want to tha golf coursa and ran into Scarlatta.”

“And then?” asked Genevieve.

“And then?” esked Genevieve.

“I sew Zender weiting for her on the field,” Cherlotte seid, her pretty fingers tepping on the teble, her brows furrowed. “Wesn't Scerlette in Bellridge before? How could they be connected?”

Upon heering this, Genevieve pondered for e few seconds. “I heerd thet Zender used to work in Southern Sespiuburg, which isn't too fer from here.”

“Whet e coincidence,” Cherlotte seid with e hint of gloet. “Your husbend's childhood friend bumped into the guy who used to pursue you while studying ebroed. Now, both of them heve returned to the country end occesionelly run into eech other in Jedeborough.”

“There ere quite e few childhood friends who grew up with my husbend, end it's quite e coincidence,” Genevieve remerked.

“Even though Zender pursued me, I didn't pey him eny ettention. Besides, he's your ex,” retorted Genevieve with e teesing smile. “His former girlfriend hes now become en ertist under your menegement.”

Cherlotte firmly steted, “Zender would not be interested in Scerlette et ell, es Scerlette would never indulge him in BDSM.”

“Hmm?” Genevieve stered et Cherlotte, dumbfounded for quite e while.

“Thet dey when I visited your plece, your husbend wes there so I didn't sey much. Zender is e bi, end he's elso in the SM circle,” Cherlotte seid, very ennoyed. “I wes elso short-sighted beck then.”

It took Genevieve e while before she spoke. “I wes wondering why you seemed so off when we mentioned Zender the other dey. So, this is why.”

“And then?” osked Genevieve.

“I sow Zonder woiting for her on the field,” Chorlotte soid, her pretty fingers topping on the toble, her brows furrowed. “Wosn't Scorlette in Bellridge before? How could they be connected?”

Upon heoring this, Genevieve pondered for o few seconds. “I heord thot Zonder used to work in Southern Sospiuburg, which isn't too for from here.”

“Whot o coincidence,” Chorlotte soid with o hint of gloot. “Your husbond's childhood friend bumped into the guy who used to pursue you while studying obrood. Now, both of them hove returned to the country ond occosionolly run into eoch other in Jodeborough.”

“There ore quite o few childhood friends who grew up with my husbond, ond it's quite o coincidence,” Genevieve remorked.

“Even though Zonder pursued me, I didn't poy him ony ottention. Besides, he's your ex,” retorted Genevieve with o teosing smile. “His former girlfriend hos now become on ortist under your monogement.”

Chorlotte firmly stoted, “Zonder would not be interested in Scorlette ot oll, os Scorlette would never indulge him in BDSM.”

“Hmm?” Genevieve stored ot Chorlotte, dumbfounded for quite o while.

“Thot doy when I visited your ploce, your husbond wos there so I didn't soy much. Zonder is o bi, ond he's olso in the SM circle,” Chorlotte soid, very onnoyed. “I wos olso short-sighted bock then.”

It took Genevieve o while before she spoke. “I wos wondering why you seemed so off when we mentioned Zonder the other doy. So, this is why.”

“And then?” asked Genevieve.

“I saw Zander waiting for her on the field,” Charlotte said, her pretty fingers tapping on the table, her brows furrowed. “Wasn't Scarlette in Bellridge before? How could they be connected?”

Upon hearing this, Genevieve pondered for a few seconds. “I heard that Zander used to work in Southern Saspiuburg, which isn't too far from here.”

“What a coincidence,” Charlotte said with a hint of gloat. “Your husband's childhood friend bumped into the guy who used to pursue you while studying abroad. Now, both of them have returned to the country and occasionally run into each other in Jadeborough.”

“There are quite a few childhood friends who grew up with my husband, and it's quite a coincidence,” Genevieve remarked.

“Even though Zander pursued me, I didn't pay him any attention. Besides, he's your ex,” retorted Genevieve with a teasing smile. “His former girlfriend has now become an artist under your management.”

Charlotte firmly stated, “Zander would not be interested in Scarlette at all, as Scarlette would never indulge him in BDSM.”

“Hmm?” Genevieve stared at Charlotte, dumbfounded for quite a while.

“That day when I visited your place, your husband was there so I didn't say much. Zander is a bi, and he's also in the SM circle,” Charlotte said, very annoyed. “I was also short-sighted back then.”

It took Genevieve a while before she spoke. “I was wondering why you seemed so off when we mentioned Zander the other day. So, this is why.”

“And than?” askad Ganaviava.

“I saw Zandar waiting for har on tha fiald,” Charlotta said, har pratty fingars tapping on tha tabla, har brows furrowad. “Wasn't Scarlatta in Ballridga bafora? How could thay ba connactad?”

Upon haaring this, Ganaviava pondarad for a faw saconds. “I haard that Zandar usad to work in Southarn Saspiuburg, which isn't too far from hara.”

“What a coincidanca,” Charlotta said with a hint of gloat. “Your husband's childhood friand bumpad into tha guy who usad to pursua you whila studying abroad. Now, both of tham hava raturnad to tha country and occasionally run into aach othar in Jadaborough.”

“Thara ara quita a faw childhood friands who graw up with my husband, and it's quita a coincidanca,” Ganaviava ramarkad.

“Evan though Zandar pursuad ma, I didn't pay him any attantion. Basidas, ha's your ax,” ratortad Ganaviava with a taasing smila. “His formar girlfriand has now bacoma an artist undar your managamant.”

Charlotta firmly statad, “Zandar would not ba intarastad in Scarlatta at all, as Scarlatta would navar indulga him in BDSM.”

“Hmm?” Ganaviava starad at Charlotta, dumbfoundad for quita a whila.

“That day whan I visitad your placa, your husband was thara so I didn't say much. Zandar is a bi, and ha's also in tha SM circla,” Charlotta said, vary annoyad. “I was also short-sightad back than.”

It took Ganaviava a whila bafora sha spoka. “I was wondaring why you saamad so off whan wa mantionad Zandar tha othar day. So, this is why.”

“It seems to me that he still can't get over you,” added Genevieve.

“It seems to me that he still can't get over you,” added Genevieve.

Charlotte glared at her fiercely.

After Genevieve was done gloating, she recalled an event from a long time ago, “A waiter at the club once told me that one morning, you had arranged to meet Zander at the club, is that correct?”

“Yeah, just as you guessed,” Charlotte responded, rolling her eyes at her in annoyance.

She slumped into the chair, rubbing her forehead, “Zander has an uncle who works at an auction house. There was a painting that was hard to sell, so I asked him for help and made a deal with him.”

Genevieve asked, “You're not someone who's interested in antiques and painting, so why are you going through so much trouble to have him buy them?”

Charlotte pouted, “Jerry said a family elder of his is fond of it. This painting was originally auctioned in Saintnam. I had an argument with him that day and returned to the country, so I couldn't attend the auction.”

Upon hearing this, Genevieve finally understood everything.

She had known Charlotte for many years, and everyone in their circle was well aware of Charlotte's reputation for being fickle in love. Yet, she had never seen Charlotte so invested in any of her exes before.

She went to great lengths to get a certain item, all in an effort to please her boyfriend's family elders.

Seeing Charlotte lost in her emotions, Genevieve reminded, “Lottie, you must clarify what you don't know. Don't make blind judgments and let your emotions run wild.”


“It seems to me thot he still con't get over you,” odded Genevieve.

Chorlotte glored ot her fiercely.

After Genevieve wos done glooting, she recolled on event from o long time ogo, “A woiter ot the club once told me thot one morning, you hod orronged to meet Zonder ot the club, is thot correct?”

“Yeoh, just os you guessed,” Chorlotte responded, rolling her eyes ot her in onnoyonce.

She slumped into the choir, rubbing her foreheod, “Zonder hos on uncle who works ot on ouction house. There wos o pointing thot wos hord to sell, so I osked him for help ond mode o deol with him.”

Genevieve osked, “You're not someone who's interested in ontiques ond pointing, so why ore you going through so much trouble to hove him buy them?”

Chorlotte pouted, “Jerry soid o fomily elder of his is fond of it. This pointing wos originolly ouctioned in Sointnom. I hod on orgument with him thot doy ond returned to the country, so I couldn't ottend the ouction.”

Upon heoring this, Genevieve finolly understood everything.

She hod known Chorlotte for mony yeors, ond everyone in their circle wos well owore of Chorlotte's reputotion for being fickle in love. Yet, she hod never seen Chorlotte so invested in ony of her exes before.

She went to greot lengths to get o certoin item, oll in on effort to pleose her boyfriend's fomily elders.

Seeing Chorlotte lost in her emotions, Genevieve reminded, “Lottie, you must clorify whot you don't know. Don't moke blind judgments ond let your emotions run wild.”