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.

put away his weak look after she had left. He went to the pantry and poured

rang no sooner had he taken a

walked over to the doorway with the glass in hand. As soon as he saw that it was Genevieve through the peephole, he immediately crept back to the pantry and tossed the

sweat had beaded on his forehead, he dragged his “heavy” body

on the man’s forehead, Genevieve questioned in surprise, “Didn’t you just take your cold medicine? Why do

hasn’t taken effect. Is something the matter, Ms. Rachford?” Bruce gave a cough

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

ongoing movie al present, for wh I’ll be going to Frosa next month for a scene filming. When that’s finished, the filming will officially wrap

haven’t catcn, have you? Let’s eat first and talk later. What would

out her phonc and scarched

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

can cook?” Genevieve was stunned

as I’m home, I cook by myself.” While saying that,

now, so it’s not quite

to cook a meal.” Bruce took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and asked, “How about

“Sure.” Genevieve nodded reflexively.

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