My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 635

Bruce returned to the bedroom after completing everything. He saw that Genevieve was still sleeping. Her dark, messy hair draped over the pillow, providing a stunning contrast to her snow white skin.

Bruce made his way to the side of the bed and crouchied down to kiss Genevieve.

He kept kissing Genevieve until slic was out of breath and was so annoyed that she klared at him. After hic let her go, le tucked lier luair behind lier cars.

“What do you want for lunch, my lazy kitten?”

“I’m not hungry,” replied Genevieve furiously. Stretching her leg out of the blanket, she kicked him hard.

Bruce never planned to keep annoying her anyway, so he went back to his place to gather some stuti after that. At noon, he prepared lunch. When everything was done, he returned to the room to carry Genevieve out of bed and helped her comb her hair.

Genevieve stared at her own legs as Bruce carried her to the dining table. “You’re making my legs redundant.”

“That’s not true. Your legs have a much more important task to work on.”

Genevieve instantly know where Bruce’s dirty mind had gone, so she punched him lightly. “I should change your contact name to “Insatiable Playboy”. It’d suit you well.”

Genevieve had slept the entire morning, so she did not feel like napping after lunch.

She rested on the couch and watched a television series. As she did so, she put her legs on Bruce’s lap. She saw how her nails seemed ordinary and suddenly wished to get a manicure and a pedicure.

Bruce bought the kit online via an app.

It took less than thirty minutes for the delivery man to show up with a set of tools for pedicures and manicures.

Bruce scanned the QR code on the box and watched intently as the tutorial video played. A sense of familiarity washed over Genevieve as she stared at his serious look, and that scene amused her. She teased, “You know… I will not pay you if you don’t do a good job. In fact, I might demand a nice compensation for it.”

“Then I shall work hard and make sure everything is perfect, my queen,” Bruce said before he chuckled and used the tools to cut hier nails.

Genevieve’s pedicure and manicure were only completed after the night bad fallen and darkness engulfed everything outside the window.

Bruce picked a light caramel color that matched the winter perfectly for Genevieve’s fingernails. It made her fingers look exceptionally beautiful.

Genevicve saw how gorgeous her nails were and shifted licr gaze to Bruce. “Is this rcally the first time you did someone else’s nail? How did you do everything so perfectly?”

“All I did was follow the instructions.”

Genevieve giggled and pointed out, “Oh, come on. That cannot be true. These kinds of stuff take practice… It’s like how a person can’t learn how to swim from watching a tutorial video once.”

Bruce ignored her. He simply washed his hands and carried her back to the bedroom.

Genevieve was a little confused. “What are you doing? It’s already half-past five. Aren’t you going to make dinner? I never said anything about skipping dinner or losing weight.”

“I’ll get to it later. For now, I want my reward.”

Genevieve was speechless.

She had stayed inside the condominium for the past few days. A small portion of her time had been spent on eating, watching television, and sleeping. She had spent the rest of her time on the bed with him.

Her feet had never touched the floor because Bruce would carry her everywhere. She didn’t even need to walk to the dining room.

Bruce’s sweet gestures and care slowly made Genevieve feel better. On the thirtieth, she went to the cemetery with Cooper and buried Jane.

She saw the dark circles under Cooper’s eyes and noted how his eyes seemed dull. Everything pointed to the fact that he had had a rough time.

When they left the cemetery, Genevieve asked Cooper if they had caught Xavier. The way Cooper shook his head made her feel disappointed and exasperated.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, Coop. Let’s have lunch together,” suggested Genevieve.

Cooper grinned and turned her down. “I have to meet Mr. Wasco tonight and should prepare for it. You should head home, eat well, and rest. I’m fine, and there’s no need to worry about me at

all.”

He refused to waste his time wallowing in sorrow. Instead, he would work hard so he could catch Xavier as quickly as possible and avenge Jane.

“Okay,” replied Genevieve. She nodded, then reminded, “Don’t drink too much.”

It was past eleven when Genevieve got home. The second she walked into the house, she smelled the alluring scent of grilled chicken. She also saw Bruce, who was donning a black sweater, sitting in the living room and watching television

When she got closer, she saw the yarn he had with him and was momentarily stunned in surprise. “Are you knitting a sweater?”

“A scarf, actually,” replicd Bruce. He picked up his half-knitted scarf and draped it over her neck

to measure the length. “What pattern would you like in your scarf?”

Genevieve tossed the red yarn around a little and replicd in a pleasantly surprised tone. “I didn’t know you can knit.”

That was when she suddenly thought about the house slippers Bruce used at home. She turned to him and immediately asked, “You knitted those house slippers too, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why did you lie to me and say you bought them?”

“You wouldn’t have believed me even if I had told you the truth,” replied Bruce as he continued knitting away.

Genevieve stared for quite some time before she said, “You are so mysterious, Bruce. You always surprise me, and it seems you can do everything, be it acting at your job or attending to those matters in life. You seem to be only a few years older than I am, but you are so much more

considerate and mature…”

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