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.

time for lunch, Old Mr. Zeigler,” Genevieve reminded, closing the

felt reluctant to leave because listening to Genevieve while resting under

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

“Let's go. I promise I'll read

on your words.”

arrived downstairs, but no one else was seated

Yuvan called at eleven, saying he won't

down

lunch, the housekeeper went to the living room with some

at the sight of the medicine, for he had taken it for almost a month. “Take it

“But Mr. Yuvan

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

Genevieve quickly got up and took medicine from her before

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

apparent that Herbert was did