My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 633

Genevieve was grief-stricken after returning from the hospital in the afternoon, and she locked herself in her bedroom.

When she was at the hospital in the morning, the coroner had told her that most of the blood on the floor belonged to Janc, and only a little was Xavier’s.

The blood on the knife that had fallen into the crack was all Jane’s blood, and Xavier’s fingerprints were found on the handle of the knife.

Hence, the police hypothesized that Xavier had fled again after killing Jane.

It seemed like Xavier was extremely cautious, for he had avoided the surveillance cameras on his escape route. That was why the police still could not track him down until then.

Genevieve could still remember how Jane and she were blushing furiously when the two watched the show at Charlotte’s party on Christmas Eve.

It had only been two days since then, but Jane was already gone.

Along while later, she heard the sound of a key unlocking the door. Then, the towering man pushed open the door and entered.

Bruce saw Genevieve sitting against the wall, seemingly desolated. He then walked over to her and sat down beside her. He pulled her into his arms and remained silent.

Genevieve listened to his steady heartbeat.

emotional, she reached out to

it since young. A while ago, Dr. Sitler said that he could operate on her and make her live a normal

day

than me by half a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely, tears

should be punished went unpunished, but those who lived their lives to the best

reached out to wipe

Bruce noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better, he softly asked. “Are you hungry? Do you want me to make

Genevieve realized she was indeed

Genevieve out of the room before putting her down on the couch. He washed some fruits to let her

were actually in her house, so she asked,

here, so I told

gloomily wondered, Isn‘t Rosa the housekeeper I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s

rolls. He had poured some secret sauce on the sausage and peppers, and the food was still warm when she ate it. In fact, the warmth rolled down her throat into

ate the food, she wistfully commented, “It’s such a waste for

and sat on it. “If I join a cooking show, you won’t be able

it then.” Genevieve immediately dismissed the thought. “All’s good as long as you make food for me every

her a small smile

Genevieve was done with her dinner, Bruce cleaned up the stove and made

covered the

with his slender fingers before kissing and biting them. She flirted with him to the point Bruce’s breathing turned uneven, and