My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 633 

Genevieve was grief-stricken after returning from the hospital in the afternoon, and she locked herself in her bedroom. 

When she was at the hospital in the morning, the coroner had told her that most of the blood on the floor belonged to Janc, and only a little was Xavier’s. 

The blood on the knife that had fallen into the crack was all Jane’s blood, and Xavier’s fingerprints were found on the handle of the knife. 

Hence, the police hypothesized that Xavier had fled again after killing Jane. 

It seemed like Xavier was extremely cautious, for he had avoided the surveillance cameras on his escape route. That was why the police still could not track him down until then. 

Genevieve could still remember how Jane and she were blushing furiously when the two watched the show at Charlotte’s party on Christmas Eve. 

It had only been two days since then, but Jane was already gone. 

Along while later, she heard the sound of a key unlocking the door. Then, the towering man pushed open the door and entered. 

Bruce saw Genevieve sitting against the wall, seemingly desolated. He then walked over to her and sat down beside her. He pulled her into his arms and remained silent. 

Genevieve listened to his steady heartbeat. 

warm and emotional, she reached out to hug

said, “Jane had been suffering from severe heart disease, and she had been taking medication for it since young. A while ago, Dr. Sitler said that he could operate on her and make her live

that day would never

and talented woman, and she was younger than me by half a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely, tears welling up

lived their lives to the best of their abilities were

silently listened to her as he reached out to wipe away

long time. When Bruce noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better, he softly asked. “Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you

she was indeed a little

the couch. He washed some fruits to let her

they were actually in

so I told her to go on

Rosa the housekeeper I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s almost as

of cabbage rolls. He had poured some secret sauce on the sausage and peppers, and the

food, she wistfully commented, “It’s such a waste

he pulled out a chair and sat on it. “If I join a cooking show, you won’t be able to see me for a month or

thought. “All’s good as long as you make food for me every day.”

small

the stove and made a cup of chamomile

covered the two of them

with him to the point Bruce’s breathing turned

with me. I have little self-control.”

to preoccupy myself, I’ll think about