Chapter 1517


    Chapter 1517 The Man With Many Schemes


    Timothy thought of the gift he had prepared for Johanna. He selected a photo with a good angle and


    shared it in the group chat. He even took the initiative to announce: I made this moonmp by hand for


    my wife. Isn''t it beautiful?


    Cooper sarcastically typed: Even a hundred-dor moonmp will look better than this cr*ppy


    handmade one.


    Timothy retorted: At least I made it. You probably can''t even make amp. Oh right, Ms. Loake is on a


    business trip abroad. Even if you bought amp, she wouldn''t be able to see it.


    Cooper: I''ve only been sleeping alone in this bed for half a month. Look at you. You''re pitiful.


    Timothy: You''re sick in the head.


    Cooper: You are childish.


    After a short while, Armand sent: Ha ha ha! You guys are hrious. You''re all polite in person but so


    good at trash-talking in this group chat.


    Upon seeing that writing style, Timothy immediately knew that Genevieve was ying with Armand''s


    phone.


    Genevieve: Mr. Jensen, thismp of yours really isn''t very appealing. Forget Mando. Even the rose


    crystal ball that Zander gave me was more beautiful than this. If he had put as much effort into pursuing


    Jojo as he did with me, they probably would have been married in their freshman year.


    Timothy was speechless as he typed: Armand doesn''t deserve this. Can''t you allow him to have some


    secrets with his pals?


    Genevieve: He told me about it on his own. Aren''t you the one encouraging my husband to form


    cliques with you? You''re such a scheming man. No wonder you''re not married.


    Cooper: Ms. White is still unmarried. He likes the type of woman like Jojo.


    Timothy felt that the group chat should be named “Genevieve''s Family Group Chat” instead of “Men''s


    Group Chat”. I can''t believe they all ganged up and bullied me.


    He recalled Jerry, who was also in the group chat, didn''t have a wife too. That thought brought him


    somefort.


    Timothy looked out the car window, noticing that the light in Johanna''s bedroom was turned off. There


    was only a faint glow inside that seemed to be from a deskmp. He dialed Johanna''s number.


    Johanna picked up the phone and, with a hint of helplessness, asked, “Do you need anything else?”


    “When I bought themp, I didn''t open it to check. The shop owner just messaged me saying it''s a


    defective piece,” said Timothy. “If you find it ugly, just throw it away. I''ll buy you a better-looking one.”


    “Mm-hmm.”


    “Do you really think it''s not nice?” Timothy had spent a week making themp following a tutorial, not at


    all expecting creating amp was so difficult.


    Even though the moonmp was ugly, he''d still feel sad if Johanna didn''t like it.


    “It''s indeed not very pleasing to the eye,” Johanna replied honestly. “Didn''t you say that thismp was


    chosen by Asel? Even if it''s subpar, I''ll keep it.”


    Upon hearing that, Timothy silently apologized in his heart to his beloved daughter, who took the me


    for him.


    “There''s a button behind themp. Turn it on, and it will y music.” Timothy had recorded her favorite


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    song into the mechanism of the moonmp.


    A few secondster, Johanna, on the other end of the phone, said, “I see it. You should go to bed


    early.”


    “All right. Goodnight.” After Johanna ended the call, Timothy put away his phone and drove out of the


    neighborhood.


    Johanna spent her days engrossed in her work at the studio. Time flew by when she was focused. By


    the time she finished painting a wall on the second floor, it was already Monday.


    On Monday morning, she brought some formal attire and sewing tools to the studio. No sooner had she


    set down her things than the phone rang.


    “Jojo, why didn''t you call me?”


    Johanna found the man''s voice filled with a hint of resentment amusing. “It''s only nine o''clock. I just


    arrived at the studio. I was nning to call you once I got everything ready.”


    “Have you eaten?” Timothy asked. “I made aglio olio for Asel this morning, and there''s still plenty left.”


    Johanna wanted to say she had eaten but feared that it would only deepen his resentment. Pressing


    her lips together, she said, “I haven''t eaten, so why don''t you bring the aglio olio to the studio and find


    me?”


    “All right. I''ll be there in a bit.”


    In less than ten minutes, Timothy had already rushed over to his car.


    Upon entering the shop, he noticed the oil painting on the left wall. It was a romantic depiction of a


    starry night, perfectlyplementing the shop''s interior decor.