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 hug him..

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

would

she was younger than me by half a month.” Genevieve

their lives to the best of their abilities were

he reached out to wipe away her tears once in a while.

two leaned against each other for a long 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 in the

actually in her house, so she asked, “Where’s

here, so I told her to go on

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

of sausage and 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 down her throat

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

of gruel by her side, he pulled out a chair and sat on it. “If I join a cooking show, you

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

gave her a small

and made a cup of chamomile tea before walking to

sat down beside Genevieve and covered

them. She flirted with him to the point Bruce’s breathing turned uneven, and Bruce pinched

with me. I have

to preoccupy