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. 

she reached out to

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 a normal person’s life. I was planning to accompany her to the hospital on the twenty-eighth

that day would never come.

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

lived their lives to

to her as he reached out to wipe

for a long time. When Bruce noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better,

she was indeed a

to let her snack on

that they were actually in her house, so

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

Genevieve gloomily wondered, Isn‘t Rosa the housekeeper I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions

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

wistfully commented, “It’s such a waste for

you won’t be able to see me for a month or two. Moreover, other people will be the ones trying

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

her a small

up the stove and made a cup of chamomile tea before walking to the living

sat down beside Genevieve and covered the two of them

slender fingers before kissing and biting them. She flirted with

flirt with me. I have little

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