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. 

emotional, she reached out to

that he could operate on her and make her live a normal person’s

that day would never

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

their lives to the best of their abilities were cruelly whisked to the afterlife

as he reached out to wipe away her tears

that she seemned to be feeling a little

was indeed a little

fruits to let her snack on them first and then

they were actually in her house, so she asked,

so I told her to

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

of cabbage rolls. He had poured some secret sauce on the sausage and peppers, and the food was still warm when she ate it.

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

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 two.

dismissed the thought. “All’s good as long as you make food for

her a small

and made a cup of chamomile

sat down beside Genevieve and covered the two of them with

played with his slender fingers before kissing and biting them. She flirted with him to the point Bruce’s breathing turned uneven, and Bruce pinched

flirt with me. I

said as she brought his hand to her face. “If I don’t find something to preoccupy myself, I’ll think