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.

she reached out

medication for it since young. A while ago, Dr. Sitler said that he could operate on her and make her live a normal person’s life. I was planning to accompany her to the hospital on the twenty-eighth and stay there until she comes out

that day would

by half a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely, tears

should be punished went unpunished, but those who lived their lives to the best of their abilities were cruelly whisked to the afterlife early

silently listened to her as he reached out to wipe away her

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 a

on the couch. He washed some fruits to let her snack on them first and then

Genevieve realized that they were actually in her house, so she asked,

I told

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

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 her

“It’s such a waste for you not to

I join a cooking show, you won’t

immediately dismissed the thought. “All’s good as long as you

her a small smile

dinner, Bruce cleaned up the stove and made a cup of chamomile tea

covered the

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