My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 544 

Seeing that Genevieve was pointing at the yarn plushic hanging from his car key, Bruce pondered for a while before admitting. “When Steven drove me to an event back then, I found this plushie hanging on the rear view mirror incredibly allorable, so I asked him for it.” 

Genevieve opened her mouth to say something or other, but it then occurred to her that it was inappropriate to ask for the return of something that was given away. 

Besides, Armand is already gone. 

She placed the car key back on the table. “Indeed, it’s quite adorable.” 

Then, she snagged her handbag from the couch and got to her feet. “Since you’ve taken your medicine, have a good rest. There’s no need to see me out.” 

Bruce’s eyes dimmed. “Okay.” 

After Genevieve had gone down to the first floor and exited the condominium, she abruptly recalled the man’s abnormal complexion. For some inexplicable reason, worry swamped her. Besides, she also remembered that she had something important to tell him. 

She stood at the building entrance for a few minutes before whirling around and heading to the condominium’s front desk. 

In truth, Bruce merely had a mild cold. He only wanted to find an excuse to devise a coincidental encounter with Genevieve and have her drive him home out of sympathy. 

weak look after she had left. He went to the pantry and poured himself an iced

the doorbell rang no sooner had he taken a sip.

back to the pantry and tossed the soda. Then, he poured himself a glass of hot water. After blowing for a bit,

dragged his “heavy” body over to open the

the man’s forehead, Genevieve questioned in surprise, “Didn’t you just

so the medication hasn’t taken effect. Is something the matter, Ms. Rachford?” Bruce gave a cough and swung open the door to allow

accepted a movie on your behalf. You’ll be receiving the contract in

it’s not a romance film. I’ve only got an ongoing movie al present, for wh I’ll be going to Frosa next month for a scene filming.

Let’s eat first and talk later.

out her phonc and scarched for the contact of Golden

chuckled, his hoarse voice somewhat seductive. “If you don’t mind, Ms. Rachford, I’ll

cook?” Genevieve was stunned for a

home, I cook by myself.” While saying that, Bruce headed toward the central kitchen counter and opened the jet-black refrigerator

fever now, so it’s not quite appropriate for

okay. I’ve still got the energy to cook a meal.” Bruce took out some ingredients from the

Genevieve nodded

washed a box of cherry tomatoes before slicing a gash on them with a small knife. Then, he took a piece of pickled plum from the jar and stuffed it into the cherry