My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 633

Chapter 633

Genevieve was grief-stricken after returning from the hospital in the afternoon, and she locked herself in her bedroom.

When she was at the hospital in the morning, the coroner had told her that most of the blood on the floor belonged to Janc, and only a little was Xavier’s.

The blood on the knife that had fallen into the crack was all Jane’s blood, and Xavier’s fingerprints were found on the handle of the knife.

Hence, the police hypothesized that Xavier had fled again after killing Jane.

It seemed like Xavier was extremely cautious, for he had avoided the surveillance cameras on his escape route. That was why the police still could not track him down until then.

Genevieve could still remember how Jane and she were blushing furiously when the two watched the show at Charlotte’s party on Christmas Eve.

It had only been two days since then, but Jane was already gone.

Along while later, she heard the sound of a key unlocking the door. Then, the towering man pushed open the door and entered.

Bruce saw Genevieve sitting against the wall, seemingly desolated. He then walked over to her and sat down beside her. He pulled her into his arms and remained silent.

Genevieve listened to his steady heartbeat.

Feeling warm and emotional, she reached out to hug him..

In a hushed voice, she said, “Jane had been suffering from severe heart disease, and she had been taking medication for it since young. A while ago, Dr. Sitler said that he could operate on her and make her live a normal person’s life. I was planning to accompany her to the hospital on the twenty-eighth and stay there until she comes out of the operating room…”

Unfortunately, that day would never come.

“Jane was a pretty and talented woman, and she was younger than me by half a month.” Genevieve said hoarsely, tears welling up in her cyes. “Why is it so unfair?”

Those who should be punished went unpunished, but those who lived their lives to the best of their abilities were cruelly whisked to the afterlife early on

Bruce silently listened to her as he reached out to wipe away her tears once in a while.

The two leaned against each other for a long time. When Bruce noticed that she seemned to be feeling a little better, he softly asked. “Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

Hearing that, Genevieve realized she was indeed a little hungry.

Bruce then carried Genevieve out of the room before putting her down on the couch. He washed some fruits to let her snack on them first and then put on an apron to prepare a meal in the kitchen.

Belatedly, Genevieve realized that they were actually in her house, so she asked, “Where’s Rosa?”

“She had nothing to do here, so I told her to go on a holiday.”

At that, Genevieve gloomily wondered, Isn‘t Rosa the housekeeper I hired? Why is Bruce giving her instructions without hesitation? It‘s almost as if he‘s the owner of this place.

Meanwhile, Bruce made a plate of sausage and peppers, as well as a plate of cabbage rolls. He had poured some secret sauce on the sausage and peppers, and the food was still warm when she ate it. In fact, the warmth rolled down her throat into her stomach.

As Genevieve ate the food, she wistfully commented, “It’s such a waste for you not to join a cooking show.”

After putting a bowl of gruel by her side, he pulled out a chair and sat on it. “If I join a cooking show, you won’t be able to see me for a month or two. Moreover, other people will be the ones trying out the food I make.”

“Forget it then.” Genevieve immediately dismissed the thought. “All’s good as long as you make food for me every day.”

Bruce gave her a small smile at that.

After Genevieve was done with her dinner, Bruce cleaned up the stove and made a cup of chamomile tea before walking to the living room.

He then sat down beside Genevieve and covered the two of them with a blanket.

Genevieve played with his slender fingers before kissing and biting them. She flirted with him to the point Bruce’s breathing turned uneven, and Bruce pinched her

“Don’t flirt with me. I have little self-control.”

“I’m bored,” Genevieve said as she brought his hand to her face. “If I don’t find something to preoccupy myself, I’ll think about Jane, and I won’t be able to stop myself from calling Coop.”

However, Genevieve knew that Cooper was even more sorrowful than her at the moment, and he probably did not want anyone to disturb him.

Bruce then handed her the phone. “Find a horror film that you want to watch. I’ll watch it with you.”