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

Sitler said that he could operate on

day would never come.

younger than me by half a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely, tears welling up in her cyes.

to the best of their abilities were cruelly whisked to the

listened to her as he reached out to wipe away

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

she was

of the room before putting 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

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

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

Why is Bruce giving

peppers, as well as a plate of cabbage 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

a waste for you not to join

“If I join a cooking show, you

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

small smile

Genevieve was done with her dinner, Bruce cleaned up the stove and made a cup of chamomile tea

down beside Genevieve and covered the two of them

She flirted with him to the point

I have

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