My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1532

Chapter 1532 Ulterior Motive

Timothy was never really angry, to begin with. He was only putting on a show for Johanna. After he understood the meaning behind Johanna's words, his heart was filled with sympathy for her.

Timothy turned to look at her, asking softly, “Jojo, are you mad at me?”

“Why would I blame you when it's not your fault?” Johanna said, “Besides, I know how much you've done for me. If I were to blame all my misfortunes on you, that would be heartless.”

She wasn't wrong, and neither was Timothy. The fault lay in the fact that she had caught the attention of a powerful demon.

“I don't blame you if you're upset with me. I'm actually quite regretful,” Timothy said with remorse. “Even if the child isn't mine, it's still yours. I shouldn't have argued with you, let alone abandon you.”

Indeed, as Johanna said, he was being too irrational. Even if there was an issue, he should have discussed it properly with Johanna.

“Didn't you tell me to forget about the past? Why are you bringing it up again?” Johanna noticed him accidentally brushing his sweater with flour while kneading the dough. She brushed the flour off with her hand, then took an apron from the hook.

Timothy bent down smoothly, allowing her to put the apron on him. “All right, all right, I won't bring it up again in the future.”

Then, he pecked Johanna when she wasn't paying attention.

Johanna acted as if she hadn't seen anything. She went to the pantry to pour a cup of warm water, but to her surprise, Timothy had already opened a bottle of mineral water and was pouring it into the porcelain basin.

Johanna paused. “Don't you know that it's better to use warm water when kneading dough?”

“Really?” Timothy stood there with a blank look and a half-empty bottle of mineral water. “I just called my mentor and asked about the steps to make pretzels. He didn't mention anything about using warm water to knead the dough.”

The last time they went to Swallow Garden for a meal, Johanna saw Armand kneading the dough for cinnamon rolls with warm water. That was why she went to the pantry to fetch water.

Johanna said, “Cold water should work too. You can knead it.”

Johanna didn't waste the warm water that was brought over. She drank it herself. Then, she leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Timothy clumsily knead the dough. The dough didn't come together, the wet mixture sticking all over his hands.

Timothy felt a bit awkward, murmuring under his breath, “I don't know what's wrong with this dough. It just won't come together.”

Suppressing a chuckle, Johanna suggested, “How about we add some water and make it into pasta soup?”