My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 203 WarmthPatrick took a few bites of the fish from the stew and his eyes instantly lit up. “Whoa, you can cook really well, Genev! This is the best fish I’ve ever eaten in my life. I won’t get tired of it even if I am to eat it for a month.”“Really?” Genevieve’s lips quirked up. “If we’re still here tomorrow, I’ll make fish stew again. You better not throw up.”“Sure,” he replied with a raised brow and a smile. “I’m just afraid that there won’t be enough of it. There’s no way I’ll get tired of it.”To him, the dishes she made were so much more delicious than those made in restaurants.After lunch, Genevieve took care of her clothes as well as Patrick’s. As Agnes was heading to the mall to get something, she asked if the former wanted to head there together.With that, Genevieve went out with Agnes.While they were shopping, Agnes asked if Genevieve was here to work. The latter could tell that she held no bad intentions and that it was a genuine question, so she answered calmly.Genevieve bought a few sets of clothes. As they passed by a dessert shop on their way back, she headed in to buy some desserts and a box of cream puffs.Once they were back at the hostel, Genevieve noticed that there was a young man in the living room. Sitting on his legs was a little girl no more than three years old. She was holding a ukulele.The little girl was picking at the strings and was playing random tunes on the ukulele.The man, Paul, kissed the girl’s cheek and praised, “Our Little Bean is amazing! She’s going to become a musician when she’s older!”“Oh, please, being a musician is like burning money. Can afford it with the little money you have?” Agnes questioned when she heard that.Then, turning to Genevieve, she said, “This is my husband and my daughter. They don’t usually come here, but it’s too troublesome to head back since it’s the Torch Festival today. They’ll be staying here for tonight.”Genevieve greeted the man with a nod, then quickly picked up her stuff and headed to her room.Inside, Patrick was using the laptop before the desk. He instantly turned to look upon hearing the door open.Seeing that it was Genevieve, he quickly put away his cold expression.He closed the laptop and said to the woman, “I bought us tickets for the boat tomorrow. We’ll have to leave early in the morning.”“Sure. You can handle everything.” He was an expert in this area, and Genevieve believed in him.She put the desserts and cream puffs on the table and said, “You’ve had your wounds treated. You should get some rest. I won’t be heading out anymore, but I’ll let you know if something’s up.”Patrick looked at the box of cream puffs, warmth surging in his heart. “Okay.”The room was only so big. Genevieve didn’t want to disrupt his rest, so she grabbed an apple and headed to the living room.There, she saw that Paul was still playing with the little girl. The little girl was riding on his back, picking on his ears mischievously. The man had a huge grin on his face, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.As Genevieve stared at them, her vision gradually faded to a blur. With a blink, she noticed that the man on the couch seemed to have assumed a completely different face.A slight smile hung on his normally cold face as the little girl climbed around him like a monkey. Sometimes, he would even reach out to help the girl.Genevieve shook her head and tried to clear away the foggy scenes before her.She headed to the kitchen and washed the fruit she had grabbed earlier. When she was done, she took a seat on the other couch and pulled out her phone.Genevieve clicked on the news website and instantly saw that the trending news was about Harriet’s sudden death.Her body was left at General Hospital, and the reporters had waited outside the hospital to take pictures of the members of the Faulkner family as they hurried to the hospital.Tears pooled in Genevieve’s eyes when she thought of how the kind-hearted old lady, who was like her grandmother, had died just like that.