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.

open the door.

no illusion that he wouldn't

her sleep, she dreamt of going to the beach together with Armand and the children. Amanda would be wearing an innocent smile, while Armand would gaze at

she couldn't wait to

hit her head while bathing and banked on them to send her to the hospital on the account of her bleeding

from hurting herself, Jack instructed the bodyguard to install a surveillance camera at the door so that she could be monitored around the

time, Genevieve felt her energy

guilty over her actions. However, being locked up caused those feelings to

up in her rattan chair,

close to the brink of mental collapse. In fact, thoughts of smashing a glass to cut her wrist would

still waiting for me, while Mando is worried sick. If I die,

moment, the bodyguard let the housekeeper

scrumptious breakfast on the table, the housekeeper advised, “Ms. Rachford, have some food. Otherwise, your

to her every day, she would either eat a little or none at all. Jack, after learning of

much she ate, she would puke it all