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 to

heart disease, and she had been taking 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

day would never

by half a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely,

but those who lived their lives to the best of

listened to her as he reached out to wipe away her tears once in

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

that, Genevieve realized she

some fruits to let her snack on them first and then put

actually in her house,

I told her to go

I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without

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

“It’s such a waste for you not

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

good as long as you make food for me

a small smile

Bruce cleaned up the stove and made a cup of chamomile

and covered the two of them with a

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