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.

nothing of it. He also said that he had to hand over some work to her, as he would be going on a business trip soon. While both of them were chatting, Genevieve received a push notification of a news headline. Upon clicking into it, she read that Cesar’s first wife, Mavis, had died in a car accident. Even though the video had censored the scene, one could still faintly make out the blood beneath the car. The moment she looked at it, Genevieve felt her stomach churn. She picked up the garbage bin immediately and threw up her entire breakfast. Melissa walked out of the bedroom right then and saw her puke. She asked in concern, “Ms. Rachford, are you all right?” “I’m fine. My stomach is just feeling unwell.” Genevieve waved for Melissa to go back to her work before

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.