My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 544

Seeing that Genevieve was pointing at the yarn plushic hanging from his car key, Bruce pondered for a while before admitting. “When Steven drove me to an event back then, I found this plushie hanging on the rear view mirror incredibly allorable, so I asked him for it.”

Genevieve opened her mouth to say something or other, but it then occurred to her that it was inappropriate to ask for the return of something that was given away.

Besides, Armand is already gone.

She placed the car key back on the table. “Indeed, it’s quite adorable.”

Then, she snagged her handbag from the couch and got to her feet. “Since you’ve taken your medicine, have a good rest. There’s no need to see me out.”

Bruce’s eyes dimmed. “Okay.”

After Genevieve had gone down to the first floor and exited the condominium, she abruptly recalled the man’s abnormal complexion. For some inexplicable reason, worry swamped her. Besides, she also remembered that she had something important to tell him.

She stood at the building entrance for a few minutes before whirling around and heading to the condominium’s front desk.

In truth, Bruce merely had a mild cold. He only wanted to find an excuse to devise a coincidental encounter with Genevieve and have her drive him home out of sympathy.

look after she had left. He went to the pantry and poured himself an iced

rang no sooner

the peephole, he immediately crept back to the pantry and tossed the soda. Then, he poured himself a glass of hot water. After blowing

dragged

in surprise, “Didn’t you just take your cold medicine? Why do you still look

hasn’t taken effect. Is something the matter, Ms.

on your behalf. You’ll be receiving the contract in a few days,”

present, for wh I’ll be going to Frosa

Let’s eat first and talk later. What would

and scarched for the contact

voice somewhat seductive. “If you don’t mind, Ms. Rachford, I’ll

was

home, I cook by myself.” While saying that, Bruce headed toward

a fever now,

okay. I’ve still got the energy to cook a meal.” Bruce took out some

“Sure.” Genevieve nodded reflexively.

a small knife. Then, he took a piece of pickled plum from the jar and stuffed it