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.

want to 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

a stomachache if you

up from the chair and went over. “Let's go. I promise I'll read you

on your words.”

one

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

and sat down

room with some liquid

the medicine, for he had taken it for almost a month. “Take it away. I don't need it. I'm still strong,

housekeeper looked at him, troubled. “But Mr. Yuvan said you must have

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

quickly got up and took medicine from her before

Zeigler. That's why you need to have this,” she explained, swirling the

apparent that Herbert was