My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Lucian twirled his fork to pick up the spaghetti while answering in an innocent yet serious tone, “No idea. I think he left after making breakfast.”

Genevieve hummed softly and walked over to the dining table to find a bouquet of pink roses sitting in the basket.

The petals were soft and had dew on them as if they were just sent over from the florist.

The faint fragrance of the roses lifted Genevieve's mood.

Amanda looked at Genevieve, saying, “Mommy, I haven't seen Daddy in ages. Is he coming back today?”

“Yep. If he isn't too busy, we might be able to have his cooking dinner,” Genevieve replied.

Hearing that, Amanda said happily, “I hope Daddy isn't busy today. I want him to make me a beef pie! Anyway, are you going to the office today, Mommy? Mr. Sullivan says the weather is great, and he's taking us to the orchard.”

“Yes. I've got some things to deal with. Enjoy yourself. Don't forget to put on a hat. I don't want this little face of yours to get sunburned.” Genevieve patted her head.

“Okay!”

Once breakfast was over, Steven came over to take the children and the nanny to the orchard.

Meanwhile, shortly after Genevieve and Jerry signed a contract, the operations department made an official statement on their social media accounts while the business department pulled some strings to make Jerry an ambassador and get some resources for him.

Charlotte, too, was incredibly supportive by sending intimate pictures of her and Jerry to the media companies.

Charlotte was a well-known social elite. Besides her family owning a real estate business, she also had an uncle who was involved in the entertainment industry.

She had always been silent before such a major event happened at Genevieve Orsi Productions. Now that Jerry had signed up with Genevieve Orsi Productions, rumors of him being in a scandal with Charlotte spread instantly. It looked as if the company had dealt with the recent problems speedily.

Moreover, there were even some newbies who were still in film school who tried sending their resumes to Genevieve Orsi Productions.

Meanwhile, the boss of Coolplay Entertainment was feeling utterly regretful. If he had known about all that earlier, he would have re-discussed it with Genevieve and possibly earn a large sum of money from it.

In the meantime, Genevieve was busy working in her office when she received a WhatsApp message from Harry that read: Genevieve...

Coincidentally, Genevieve was feeling a little tired from reading all the documents. Hence, she put down her pen and replied to Harry's message: What is it? Does your wound still hurt?

Harry: Yeah. I accidentally stumbled onto a table, and it reopened.

Knowing how deep his wound was, Genevieve guessed he must have bled a lot. Genevieve texted: Don't simply move that hand of yours. You can get the nurses to help you if there's anything you need.

Harry: Genevieve, if you're coming over in the afternoon, can you bring me a matcha-flavored crepe cake? I'm craving it.

Several seconds later, Harry sent another text: I've asked the doctor. He says desserts are fine.

Just then, Harry heard a knock on the door when he had just sent the last text to Genevieve.

He quickly turned off his phone and put it under his pillow.

The visitor was a doctor in a white coat who had no ounce of gentleness in his demeanor.