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. 

reached out

Dr. Sitler said that he could operate on her and make her live a normal person’s life. I

would never come.

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

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

listened to her as he reached out to wipe away her tears

long time. When Bruce noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better, he softly asked. “Are

was

her down on the couch. He washed some fruits to let her snack on them first and then put on an apron to prepare a meal in the

were actually in her house, so

had nothing to do here, so I told her to go

Why is Bruce giving her instructions without

rolls. He had poured some secret sauce on the sausage and peppers, and the food was still warm when she ate it. In fact, the warmth rolled down her throat into her stomach.

commented, “It’s such a waste for you not to join a cooking show.”

a bowl of gruel by her side, he pulled out a chair and sat on it. “If I join a cooking show, you won’t

the thought. “All’s good as

small smile at

her dinner, Bruce cleaned up the stove and

covered

with him to the point Bruce’s breathing turned

with me. I have

face. “If I don’t find something to preoccupy myself, I’ll think about Jane, and I won’t