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.

for lunch, Old Mr. Zeigler,” Genevieve reminded,

listening to Genevieve while resting under the sun made him feel as if

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

I promise I'll read you

go back on your words.” The old

dishes were served when they arrived downstairs, but no one else was seated at the table.

called at eleven, saying he won't

sat down for a meal

with some

almost a month. “Take it away. I don't need it.

looked at him, troubled. “But Mr. Yuvan

what he says carries weight, but not what I say?” Herbert snapped in agitation. The woman was so scared she froze where she was,

this, Genevieve quickly got up and took medicine from

recovering, Old Mr. Zeigler. That's why you need to have this,” she explained, swirling the liquid to cool

that Herbert was did not want to take the medicine at