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

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

day would never come.

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

those who lived their lives to the best of their

he reached out to

Bruce noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better,

she was indeed a little hungry.

out 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

were actually in her house, so she asked, “Where’s Rosa?”

so I

Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s almost as

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

ate the food, she wistfully commented, “It’s such a waste for you not to join a cooking show.”

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. Moreover, other

then.” Genevieve immediately dismissed the thought. “All’s good as long

small

stove and made a cup of chamomile

and covered the two of them

biting them. She flirted with him to

flirt with me. I have little

I don’t find something to preoccupy myself,