My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 820

There was a pharmacy near the hotel. After Genevieve bought the fever medicine, the lunch prepared
by the hotel was ready too. Hence, Genevieve picked up the lunch as well.

When Genevieve returned to the suite, there was no one in the living room.

“Harry?”

Vaguely hearing Harry's voice coming from the bedroom, she hurriedly went there and found Harry
walking out of the bathroom, his face twisting in pain.

“What's wrong?” Genevieve stepped forward quickly. When she touched Harry's arm, he inhaled
sharply in pain.

Genevieve quickly retracted her hand. “Did you hurt your arm?”

“I wanted to go to use the toilet just now, but I was a little dizzy. I fell down in the bathroom when I
wasn't paying attention. My right arm hit the sink,” said Harry, enduring the pain.

It was supposed to be a sad story. However, Genevieve wanted to laugh when she imagined the
scene.

After returning to the living room, she asked Harry to sit on the couch. Then she tore open the medicine
box and handed two tablets to Harry.

Harry obediently swallowed the tablets and took a sip of warm water.



When Genevieve took the spray from her bag, she found a plum candy. Removing the candy wrapper,
she handed the candy to Harry. “The medicine is a bit bitter. Here. Take this candy.”

“Okay.” Harry lowered his head and directly bit the candy from the wrapper.

Genevieve could feel his warm breath on her fingers, but she did not put too much thought to it, as she
felt he was still in pain.

Rolling up his sleeve, she saw a few bruises on his arm. Then, she aimed the spray at the bruises and
sprayed lightly.

As Harry lowered his head, he saw Genevieve's pink lips. At that moment, the sweetness of the plum
candy spread from his mouth to his heart.

She is so gentle.

When he saw Genevieve stand up, the excitement in Harry's eyes quickly subsided. He flashed her a
bright smile and said, “Thank you, Genevieve.”

“You're welcome.” If it were someone else, Genevieve probably would not even bother.

Soon, Harry finished eating the plum candy, and he uttered carefully, “Genevieve, I can't hold a spoon.
Can you feed me?”

“Use your left hand.”

Harry responded briefly and used his left hand to pick up the lunch box on the table. However, he had



difficulties opening the box with only one hand.

Seeing that, Genevieve sighed and helped him to open the lunch box.

Initially, she wanted to just pass the spoon to Harry. However, she felt her heart soften seeing him
pursing his lips, looking pitiful and helpless. Sighing deeply, she picked up a spoonful of pasta and fed
it to his mouth.

Harry opened his mouth and ate it. “Thanks, Genevieve,” he said with a broad smile.

“I'm a mother of two five-year-olds. I feel as if you're a kid too when taking care of you.” Genevieve fed
him another spoonful of pasta.

“You're so pretty, and you don't look like a mother at all,” said Harry with his clear and pleasant voice,
smiling.

Rolling up his sleeve, she saw a few bruises on his arm. Then, she aimed the spray at the bruises and
sprayed lightly.

Genevieve was flattered by his compliment, and her frustration immediately disappeared.

Harry finished eating one whole box of pasta. After a short moment, Genevieve used the back of her
hand to check the temperature on his forehead.

His fever had subsided.



Just as Genevieve was about to speak, Harry uttered, “Genevieve, I got wet in the rain last night. I feel
that my hair stinks. I wanted to wash my hair, but I'm not convenient to do so. Can you give me a
hand?”

“Since you've endured the stink all night, why don't you endure it for a little longer? Wait for your hand
to recover and wash it yourself.”

“But I feel really uncomfortable. Just rinse it with water will do. Please...” Harry stared at Genevieve
with pitiful eyes.

Looking at his face, Genevieve felt as if she saw Amanda acting cute in front of her. Once again, her
heart softened.

Genevieve led Harry to the bathroom. While she was helping him to wash his hair, Harry never stopped
talking. He kept chatting with Genevieve, asking her about her educational background and about the
interesting places in Dartan.

When Genevieve was about to pack up and leave, Harry came to her again with a phone in his hand.

“Genevieve, I don't understand these questions. Can you teach me?”

By the time Genevieve finished tutoring Harry, she looked out the window, noting that it was already
dark outside.



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