My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 545

Genevieve had just put a cherry tomato into her mouth then. She was torn between swallowing it and otherwise even as mortification inundated her. “I’m sorry.”

I just wanted to change the subject, but I never thought that I‘d step onto a landmine.

Conversely, Bruce was unbothered. “It’s okay. I know it wasn’t deliberate on your part, Ms. Rachford. You don’t have to take it to heart either,” he replied airily.

Grunting in acknowledgment, Genevieve found him rather pitiful.

His er–girlfriend framed him for domestic violence, causing him to be bashed by the netizens, detained by the police, and blacklisted by his company. When he had finally climbed back to his feet after much difficulty, disaster befell his family.

She was’afraid that she might reopen old wounds by asking questions, so she merely munched on the fruits while leaning against the marble counter without saying anything.

Bruce was brisk and efficient at cooking. In no time, he had finished preparing two dishes and carried them to the dining room.

Genevieve helped to scoop the pasta and carry the plates and cutlery to the dining room. After taking her seat, she took a piece of stir-fried beef with her fork and placed it into her mouth.

and spicy, delightfully delicious. That aside,

Bruce noticed that she was silent with her fork in

to her senses, Genevieve couldn’t

the internet, so I only had to surf the internet for a bit. Furthermore, they’re all home-cooked dishes, so they’re a

Genevieve massaged her temples, sensing something

cooking familiar when all home–cooked dishes taste almost the same. It‘s just that I keep recalling someone

swiftly composed herself. Lifting her head, she flashed the man a faint smile. “The food you prepared is delighulul. It’s really rare that a celebrity

picky and don’t quite care for outside food, so I’ve got no choice but to cook for myself. This is actually the first time I’m cooking for someone else,”

flooded Cenevieve. “Really? Doesn’t your assistant come over to look

you?”

Bruce grunted in affirmation.

declared with a smile, “In that case, I’m pretty honored to eat something cooked by a celebrity who’s on par with a chef. Your fans would probably go green with envy were they to

Bruce spoke, he got up and went to the refrigerator, retrieving an orange. Slicing it, he tossed the pieces

same dishes with an

inappropriate to always intrude into someone else’s house. Besides, it would be troublesome if they