My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 397 Jealous The woman greeted Genevieve with a smile when the latter opened the door. “Ms. Rachford, I’m the housekeeper from Swallow Garden. You asked me for some cranberries when you were there. Do you remember?” “Oh, it’s you.” Genevieve found her familiar. “I’m sorry. My memory isn’t what it used to be.” The woman smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Knowing that you don’t have a housekeeper, Mr. Sullivan sent me over to care for you. You are welcome to call him to verify the matter.”

“There’s no need to.” Genevieve opened the door to let the woman in. The woman told Genevieve to address her as Melissa. Upon entering the house, she saw a pot of milk being warmed up over the stove. “Ms. Rachford, is that all you are having for breakfast?” “Yeah, milk and bread.” She didn’t want to order takeout in the morning. “That’s not enough! Bread alone barely has any nutrition. Let me make breakfast for you.” Melissa rolled up her sleeves and brought out the fresh ingredients she found in the fridge. From making breakfast to tidying up the house, she maintained her distance from Genevieve, to the extent the latter barely noticed her presence.

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at home and no longer had to order takeout. She sent Steven a message to thank him and even bought him a gift and had someone send it over. When Steven picked up the gift at the front desk, he dared not open it and brought it straight up to the CEO’s office. “Mr. Faulkner, Ms. Rachford sent me a gift to thank me for sending Melissa over to care for her.” In truth, he was just carrying out Armand’s orders. Raising his gaze in response, Armand tapped his finger on the box. Steven then cut the tape off it with a blade. Inside was a black down jacket with matching scarves and gloves. Armand recognized the brand as one that was hard to get one’s hand on. In fact, one needed to pre-order a month ahead. He had never received any clothes from her during their time together. Thus, he was jealous of the fact that she had bought clothes for someone else. Rubbing his temple, Armand said, “Leave the box here, and use the