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

that he could operate on

that day

and she was younger than me by half a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely, tears welling up in

who lived their lives to the best

reached out

noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better,

she was

the room before putting her down on the couch. He washed some fruits to let her snack on them first and then put

in her house, so

so I told her to go

that, Genevieve gloomily wondered, Isn‘t Rosa the housekeeper I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s almost as if he‘s the owner of

and peppers, as well as a plate of cabbage rolls. He had poured some secret sauce on the sausage and peppers, and the food was still warm when

such a waste

her side, he pulled out a chair and sat on it. “If I join a cooking show, you won’t be able to

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

her a

with her dinner, Bruce cleaned up the stove and made a cup of chamomile tea before walking

covered the two of

and biting them. She flirted with him to the point Bruce’s breathing