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

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

that day would

younger than me by half a month.” Genevieve said

who lived their lives to the best of their

her as he reached out to wipe away her tears once in a

a little better, he softly asked. “Are you

that, Genevieve realized she was indeed

Genevieve out of the room before putting her down on the couch. He washed some fruits to let her snack on them first

that they were actually in her house, so she asked,

here, so I told her to go on a holiday.”

housekeeper I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s almost as if he‘s the owner of this

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

“It’s such a waste for

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

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

her a small smile

cleaned up the stove and made a cup of chamomile tea before

covered the

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

me. I have little

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