My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1486

Chapter 1486 Time Alone With You

“Just in time, Jojo is drawing people today. You can be her model,” said Yuvan, knowing why Timothy

was here, and unceremoniously directed him, “Move the sofa over there.”

Timothy was busy moving the sofa in front of the easel when Yuvan's phone rang. He went to the

pantry to answer it.

In less than two minutes, Yuvan finished his call and came out. He said to Johanna, “The people from

the art gallery need me for something. Take your time with your drawing, I'll check your work when I'm

done with my tasks.”

Johanna nodded. “Alright, you can go on with your work.”

Originally, she asked Yuvan to teach her oil painting because she wanted to decorate the walls of her

studio. If taking classes from him would interfere with his work, she would feel embarrassed.

Watching Yuvan put on his coat and leave, the furrowed brow of Timothy finally relaxed.

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Timothy didn't rush to sit down. He unbuttoned his vest and looked at Johanna. “Jojo, should I sit

directly on the sofa, cross my legs, or lie down on my side?”

Johanna seemed to ponder for a moment, then said, “Please sit down. It will make it easier for me to

draw.”

“Alright, I'll listen to you.”

Johanna picked a pencil from the tool tray, her gaze drifting past the canvas to the man sitting on the

sofa. His long legs were spread out, his elbow resting casually on the armrest of the sofa, his

movements nonchalant yet captivating.

The man's brow bore a sense of fatigue that came after the satisfaction of accumulating enough

wealth. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and the outline was incredibly sensual.

Johanna knew that Timothy's mother passed away early. Later, Jeremiah married Vanessa.

Her mother, Vanessa, couldn't bear a life without money. Even though she married Jeremiah for wealth,

she was always kind to Timothy, her stepson. Despite his cold attitude towards her, she took care of

him.

Therefore, even though Timothy was fooling around in his youth, he remained clear-headed and never

developed any bad habits.

Johanna was lost in thought. If only she hadn't been foolishly tricked into returning by her father, or if

she had found out from Vanessa that she was Timothy's stepmother, she could have quickly severed

ties with Timothy...

Vanessa would continue to care for Timothy as if he were her own son. In a few years, when he got

married, she would help him take care of his children.

Vanessa was not at fault, she was the one who was wrong.

She severed her birth mother's life of wealth and prosperity in the latter half of her life and also altered

the course of Timothy's life.

Timothy saw Johanna staring at him, seemingly lost in thought with a troubled expression. He rose

from the sofa. “Jojo, what's wrong?”

“There's nothing.” Johanna shook her head after coming back to her senses.

She refocused her energy on painting, but whenever she looked at Timothy sitting on the sofa, she felt

his posture lacked artistic appeal. Unintentionally, her gaze swept over to the bunch of red roses on the

bar counter.

Johanna picked four or five roses from the vase, wrapped them in clear wrapping paper, and handed

them to Timothy.

As Timothy reached out to take the rose, he unexpectedly pulled Johanna towards him. Johanna lost

her balance and fell onto him. Timothy supported her by the hips, making sure she was comfortably

seated on his lap.

Timothy's voice was soft. “Asel misses you. That's why I brought her to the studio to see you. If you

don't like it, we won't come next time.”

He thought Johanna felt uncomfortable because he had disturbed her while she was painting.

“I don't dislike it. I actually miss Asel quite a bit,” Johanna explained to Timothy, “I was just lost in

thought because I was thinking about something else.”

Timothy asked, “Does it have anything to do with me?”

Johanna remained silent, bending down to pick up the bouquet that had fallen to the ground. However,

Timothy held the back of her head, not allowing her to avoid his gaze.

Timothy noticed the lip gloss she had applied today. Her lips were pink, glossy, and moist, even

carrying a hint of fragrance.

Timothy was so enchanted by her that he forgot to ask his questions. His Adam's apple bobbed as he

leaned in to kiss Johanna, but his trousers were unexpectedly tugged at.