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. 

and emotional, she reached out

for it since young. A while ago, Dr. Sitler said that he could operate on her and make her live a normal person’s life. I was planning to accompany her to the hospital on the

would

a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely, tears welling up in her cyes. “Why is it

punished went unpunished, but those who lived their lives to the best of their abilities were cruelly whisked to the

he reached out to wipe away her tears once

to be feeling a little better, he softly asked. “Are

realized she was indeed a little

some fruits to let her snack on them first and then put on an apron to prepare a

in her house, so she asked, “Where’s

I

hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s almost as if he‘s the

some secret sauce on the sausage and peppers, and the food was still warm when she ate it. In fact, the warmth rolled

Genevieve ate the food, she wistfully commented, “It’s such a waste for

by her side, he pulled out a chair and sat on it. “If I join a cooking show, you

Genevieve immediately dismissed the thought. “All’s good as long as you make food for me every

small smile at that.

Bruce cleaned up the stove and made a cup of

Genevieve and covered the

and biting them. She flirted with him to the point Bruce’s breathing

with me. I have

don’t find something to preoccupy myself, I’ll think about Jane, and I won’t be