My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 503

Words eluded Armand, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The painting is so sloppy that it seems to be the artwork of a three or four-year-old kid who has just learned to paint. Besides, I won't spend hundreds of millions to buy such a painting.

Sweeping a gaze over the gift boxes on the floor, he discovered that one was missing. “Why isn't there a gift for my thirty-third birthday?”

Genevieve exclaimed and feigned ignorance. “Did I not prepare it?”

In truth, the year he turned thirty-three years old, she got pregnant.

Aren't our two children the best gift to him?

She rummaged through the gift boxes before shrugging at the man. “Perhaps I forgot. Never mind, I'll give it to you in the future!”

Leaning over, she hugged the man around the waist. “You won't be lonely anymore in the future, Mando. I'll keep you company.”

She knew how lonely he was.

It was because the world was dark and lonely that he regarded her as the light within him when he met her in the hospital during his younger days, something he wanted to grasp.

For that reason, he fervently hoped that she would stay by his side when he met her on the road years ago.

Armand said nothing, merely hugging her and keeping her locked in his embrace. A long while later, he lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

In the morning, when Genevieve drove Armand to the office, she told him that she would be picking him up that night, and they would be going for western food.

Shortly after she had arrived at the production company, Johanna came.

She shot Genevieve a plaintive glare. “You're a horrid person, Genev! Back when we ate at Golden Restaurant, were you referring to morning sickness when you said that I'd suffer from it soon?”

In the past few days, she had known what it felt like to wish for death.

She felt nauseous when she woke up in the morning, bile rising up her throat at the slightest smell, and the urge to hurl gripping her whenever she ate anything.

Yet, it was only bile that came out in the end, tormenting her to the core.

Beside her, Timothy wondered, “I went to the obstetrics department and asked a number of expectant mothers, but they stopped throwing up after the first trimester. Isn't your morning sickness overly bad, Darling?”

Livid, Johanna kicked him out of the room.

“Well, I thought you wouldn't suffer from morning sickness since you've got an excellent constitution.” Stifling her laughter, Genevieve poured Johanna a glass of warm water.