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 himself an

rang no sooner had he taken a

soon as he saw that it was Genevieve through the peephole, he immediately crept back to the pantry and tossed the soda.

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

surprise, “Didn’t you just take your cold medicine?

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

accepted a movie on your behalf. You’ll be receiving the contract in a

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

Let’s eat first and talk later.

scarched for the contact of Golden Restaurant’s

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

cook?” Genevieve was stunned for

that, Bruce headed toward the

running a fever now, so it’s not quite appropriate for you to

I’ve still got the energy to cook a meal.” Bruce took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and asked, “How about some stir-fried beef and

“Sure.” Genevieve nodded reflexively.

of cherry tomatoes before slicing a gash on them with a small knife. Then, he took a piece