My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687

The young woman was wearing a black turtleneck and a skirt. She was slim and had wavy, dark hair that reached her shoulders. To sum it up, the young woman looked gentle.

However, the intense gaze and the smile that did not reach her eyes made her seem a little cold.

Cooper, who was pushing her wheelchair, was also in black–the slim man was in a black suit, and he, like Genevieve, looked gentle.

Herbert did not like to be in crowds, so he only invited his family members over for his past few birthday celebrations.

Thus, like in the past few years, only the Zeigler family’s offsprings were on the estate.

So why is Genevieve and Cooper here?

Sylvie knew that not only was Cooper merciless, but he was also on par with Armand when it came to wits.

The thought of Cooper finding out anything made Sylvie’s hand tremble, and she nearly dropped. her teacup. Nevertheless, she was an actress–in both the entertainment industry and in life–so she soon recollected herself.

No. that’s impossible. I’ve already burned all those documents, and the only one who had guessed the truth, Jermaine, is also dead. No matter how resourceful Jack is, he still won’t be able to find anything.

While Sylvie was preoccupied with those thoughts, Yuvan had already led Genevieve and Cooper to Herbert.

“General Zeigler,” Genevieve greeted the elderly man with a smile.

Herbert was beaming when Genevieve and Cooper arrived, delighted about how his children had come home to celebrate his birthday with him even if they were continents away.

Then, when he saw Genevieve and Cooper, he froze. “I remember you. You’re Genevieve Rachford, right?”

The first time he saw Genevieve was when he encountered her at the airport. Genevieve had picked up the bottle of medication for him, and he remembered that the way she spoke was pleasant.

His second encounter with Genevieve was when he had gone to the golf course to look for Paula.

Perhaps it was because Genevieve had given him a good first impression, Herbert felt a sense of closeness whenever he saw her.

Genevieve smiled and inclined her head. “Yes. Thank you for remembering me.”

Yuvan had let Genevieve come for two reasons. One was because he wanted to return the favor to Genevieve, and the other was because he wanted her to make peace with Sylvie.

Yet, Sylvie was not appreciating it.

Genevieve smiled. “I’ve come to give old Mr. Zeigler a birthday gift; I’ll be gone in a jiffy.”

Then, she pointed at the gift and said, “General Zeigler, why don’t you open it up and take a look at it? If you’re satisfied with the gift. I’d be able to leave happily.”

Herbert’s eyes lit up when he opened the gift and saw the bright yellow tiger in the box.

After picking the small tiger doll up and studying it for a long time, he said, “When I married my wife back then, the best doll–maker in Baykeep made a pair of miniature tiger dolls for me, and each had one of our names embroidered on it. However, I lost one of them later on, and I haven’t been able to find it even after years of searching for it…”

Herbert’s yearning and love for his wife could be read in his eyes as he looked at the tiger. “Where did you find this tiger?”

“Honestly, this is not the same doll you had back then,” Genevieve confessed to Herbert.