My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 820

There was a pharmacy near the hotel. After Genevieve bought the fever medicine, the lunch prepared by the hotel was ready too. Hence, Genevieve picked up the lunch as well.

When Genevieve returned to the suite, there was no one in the living room.

“Harry?”

Vaguely hearing Harry's voice coming from the bedroom, she hurriedly went there and found Harry walking out of the bathroom, his face twisting in pain.

“What's wrong?” Genevieve stepped forward quickly. When she touched Harry's arm, he inhaled sharply in pain.

Genevieve quickly retracted her hand. “Did you hurt your arm?”

“I wanted to go to use the toilet just now, but I was a little dizzy. I fell down in the bathroom when I wasn't paying attention. My right arm hit the sink,” said Harry, enduring the pain.

It was supposed to be a sad story. However, Genevieve wanted to laugh when she imagined the scene.

After returning to the living room, she asked Harry to sit on the couch. Then she tore open the medicine box and handed two tablets to Harry.

Harry obediently swallowed the tablets and took a sip of warm water.


When Genevieve took the spray from her bag, she found a plum candy. Removing the candy wrapper, she handed the candy to Harry. “The medicine is a bit bitter. Here. Take this candy.”

“Okay.” Harry lowered his head and directly bit the candy from the wrapper.

Genevieve could feel his warm breath on her fingers, but she did not put too much thought to it, as she felt he was still in pain.

Rolling up his sleeve, she saw a few bruises on his arm. Then, she aimed the spray at the bruises and sprayed lightly.

As Harry lowered his head, he saw Genevieve's pink lips. At that moment, the sweetness of the plum candy spread from his mouth to his heart.

She is so gentle.

When he saw Genevieve stand up, the excitement in Harry's eyes quickly subsided. He flashed her a bright smile and said, “Thank you, Genevieve.”

“You're welcome.” If it were someone else, Genevieve probably would not even bother.

Soon, Harry finished eating the plum candy, and he uttered carefully, “Genevieve, I can't hold a spoon. Can you feed me?”

“Use your left hand.”

Harry responded briefly and used his left hand to pick up the lunch box on the table. However, he had difficulties opening the box with only one hand.

Seeing that, Genevieve sighed and helped him to open the lunch box.

Initially, she wanted to just pass the spoon to Harry. However, she felt her heart soften seeing him pursing his lips, looking pitiful and helpless. Sighing deeply, she picked up a spoonful of pasta and fed it to his mouth.

Harry opened his mouth and ate it. “Thanks, Genevieve,” he said with a broad smile.

“I'm a mother of two five-year-olds. I feel as if you're a kid too when taking care of you.” Genevieve fed him another spoonful of pasta.

“You're so pretty, and you don't look like a mother at all,” said Harry with his clear and pleasant voice, smiling.

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