My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 793

Leaning in, Jack looked at Genevieve and murmured, “You're right, Genev. I have been driven mad by my urge to possess you and to imprison you in this room for eternity. With you by my side, I'll never feel lonely again.”

“You're f*cking delirious!” Genevieve exploded.

While Jack wasn't looking, she used the opportunity to make a mad dash for the door. Unfortunately, it just wouldn't budge when she tried opening it.

Jack, who was sitting by the table with his legs crossed, cracked a faint smirk. “Genev, come over and have some food.

Otherwise, you might not even have the energy to escape tomorrow.”

Grabbing the plates, Genevieve flung them at him. “Get lost!”

Nonetheless, Jack wasn't angry at all despite having the warm tomato soup drench his shirt, leaving a sticky and disgusting sensation on his skin. “Since you've spilled your food, you'll have to go hungry till tomorrow morning.”

"Get out!” she roared.

swiftly left after ordering the bodyguards to open the door. As for Genevieve, she slumped into a chair, mired

that he wouldn't make good

Amanda would be wearing an innocent

couldn't wait to return

her imprisonment, she had caught the flu by soaking herself in cold water, hoping to escape when the housekeeper called for the doctor. On a different occasion, she hit her head while bathing and banked on them to send her to the hospital on the account of her

instructed the bodyguard to install a surveillance camera at the door so that she could be monitored around

the passage of time, Genevieve felt her energy being

she did care for Jack and felt guilty over her actions. However, being locked up caused those feelings to be replaced with deep-seated

chair, she stared blankly

long time brought her close to the brink of mental collapse. In fact, thoughts of smashing a glass to cut her wrist would creep into her mind, even though

survive. Lucian and Mandy are still waiting for me, while Mando is worried sick. If

moment, the bodyguard

on the table, the housekeeper advised, “Ms. Rachford, have some food.

were delivered to her every day, she would either eat a little or none at all.

would puke it all out,