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.

Mr. Zeigler,” Genevieve reminded, closing the

more. Lunch can wait,” he insisted. Herbert felt reluctant to leave because listening to Genevieve while resting under

if you don't eat on time,” Genevieve

“Let's go. I promise I'll read you five more pages after your siesta,”

back on your words.” The old man

they arrived downstairs, but no one else was

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

sat down for a meal with

went to the living room with some liquid medicine. “It's time to

he had taken it for almost a month. “Take it away. I don't need it. I'm still strong, and I can even go

“But Mr. Yuvan said

say?” Herbert snapped in agitation. The woman was so scared she froze where

Genevieve quickly got up and took medicine from her before sitting down beside

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

It was apparent that Herbert was