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..

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 and stay there until she comes out of the operating

would

a month.”

but those who lived their lives to the best of their abilities were cruelly whisked to the afterlife

her as he reached out to wipe away her

leaned against each other for a long time. When Bruce noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better, he softly asked. “Are you hungry? Do you

was indeed a little hungry.

carried Genevieve 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 meal in the kitchen.

in her house, so she

had nothing to do here, so I told her to go

gloomily wondered, Isn‘t Rosa the housekeeper I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s almost as if he‘s the owner

the sausage and peppers, and the food

Genevieve ate the food, she wistfully commented, “It’s such a waste

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 people will be the ones trying out the food I

good as long as you

her a small

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

sat down beside Genevieve and covered the

and biting them. She flirted with him to the

me. I have

his hand to her face. “If I don’t find something to preoccupy myself,