My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 840

A sense of familiarity budded in her heart as Genevieve stared at the girl in the photo.

I feel like I've seen her before, but I might be wrong. They lost the girl when she was five or six. There's no way I know her.

Not wanting the sickly old man to dwell on the sadness, Genevieve took the photo away. “Old Mr. Zeigler, what about I read you the novel—Her Tearoom—by Francis of Frosa?”

“I know this book,” Herbert replied. A smile broke out on his face as he reminisced about the past.

“Harriet asked me to buy that book when I went to Frosa for work, but because there weren't many published copies, I went all over the country just to look for it. It was not until night that I found it at a bookstore, and the customs officials almost stopped me from going through. Harriet was so happy she kissed me repeatedly when I passed her the book.”

Genevieve's heart warmed as she listened to Herbert recounting the story.

For the whole morning, Genevieve sat beside him under the sun and read to him the book until the housekeeper knocked on the door.

Old Mr.

hear more. Lunch can wait,” he insisted. Herbert felt reluctant to leave because listening to Genevieve while resting under the sun made him feel as if Harriet was still

stomachache if you don't eat on time,” Genevieve persuaded,

went over. “Let's go. I promise I'll read you five more pages after your

right. Don't go back on your words.” The old

were served when they arrived downstairs, but no one else was seated at the table. “Where's Yuvan?”

eleven, saying he won't be back for lunch,” the housekeeper

nodded and sat down for a meal with

with some liquid medicine.

for he had taken it for almost a

Mr. Yuvan said you must have it. The doctor

I say?” Herbert snapped in agitation. The woman was so scared she froze where she was, not

took

still recovering, Old Mr. Zeigler. That's why you need to have this,” she

was apparent that Herbert was