My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Soon, the elevator came back.

The man stood aside and let Genevieve in. Again, in a cold tone, he stated, “I'm sorry for the trouble.”

“It's all right.” Genevieve went into the elevator with the tub of ice cream.

Since they needed access cards for VIP rooms, Genevieve whipped out her access card and swiped it on the monitor before pressing the button for the thirteenth floor. However, even when she pressed on it a couple of times, it was still not responding.

Genevieve swiped the card again and pressed the button for the twelfth floor.

When she arrived on the twelfth floor, she wanted to take the stairs to go to the thirteenth floor, only to see two burly men guarding the staircase.

Upon seeing Genevieve, one of them put his hands behind his back and tensed up.

Genevieve froze for a few seconds before saying calmly, “My friend is in room 1308 on the thirteenth floor.”

Staring at Genevieve intently, the man replied sternly, “All the patients on the thirteenth floor have been transferred to this floor. Please ask the nurses for your friend's room.”

“Okay.” Genevieve got out of there quickly, and she was sweating bullets.

Although Herbert was a soldier, all the housekeepers in the Zeigler residence were ordinary people apart from the security guards who were ex-military.

Even when Herbert was throwing a birthday party, his sons weren't intimidating. When Genevieve went into the Zeigler residence, she felt as though she was just attending a normal birthday party for an elderly.

That day, however, she was intimated by bodyguards twice, and she could feel a chill running down her spine. I guess the patient on the thirteenth floor is a big shot.

With the help of a nurse on the twelfth floor, Genevieve found the room Harry was transferred to. She went there and knocked on the door before walking in.

Harry's bed was raised up, and he was leaning on a pillow while watching a movie on his tablet.

Upon hearing someone knocking on the door, he turned toward the entrance. His eyes lit up when he saw Genevieve walking in, but he quickly shifted his gaze back toward the tablet and ignored Genevieve.

Pulling a chair for herself, Genevieve glanced at him. “Are you still mad?”

Harry ignored her.

“I bought some matcha-flavored ice cream. I know you like them.” Genevieve took out the tub of ice cream and waved it around in front of his face.

Harry failed to hold it back. “How did you know I like matcha-flavored ice cream?”

“I bought a milkshake for you the last time around, and you said you wanted matcha ice cream instead. Hence, I assumed that you like matcha-flavored food.” Genevieve opened the tub of ice cream and scooped out a small spoonful of ice cream.

She then put the ice cream near his mouth and uttered, “Since you're still not feeling well, you're only going to get three spoonfuls, okay? I'll leave the rest in the fridge.”

That day, however, she was intimated by bodyguards twice, and she could feel a chill running down her spine. I guess the patient on the thirteenth floor is a big shot.

Harry lowered his head to eat the ice cream and smiled.