My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 698

Chapter 698 Let Her Kneel

Yuvan picked up the pot of coffee and poured himself a cup, drawling, “I'm interested, but Faith's father probably disdains an artist like me.”

“At the very least, give it a try. How would you know if you don't try?”

“All right, that's enough.” Upon seeing that his two grandsons were squabbling relentlessly, Herbert interrupted them with a chuckle.

He then advised, “If you like her, Zayne, you can try dating her. Otherwise, forget about it. However, don't humiliate her. Ultimately, not only is her father your lecturer, but he's also on good terms with your uncle.”

Grinning, Zayne exclaimed, “You're the best, Grandpa! I just knew that you love me! If my father were here, it would be a different story.”

“I don't have much time left.” Perhaps the injuries he once sustained on the battlefield were too severe, coupled with his advanced age, Herbert could sense his health deteriorating with each passing day.

“I wish you both a happy marriage!” he proceeded to utter sincerely.

Both Zayne and Yuvan's expressions changed.

Zayne promptly countered, “What are you saying, Grandpa? You're only in your seventies, so you're still strong and robust. I'm even planning to celebrate your hundredth birthday with my wife and child!”

Taking some food for Herbert, Yuvan echoed, “Exactly, Grandpa! Your sons and grandsons are all exceptional, so all you have to do now is enjoy yourself. Whenever you miss any of us, give us a call, and we'll come running.”

Herbert perked up slightly. “Okay. For the sake of seeing my two granddaughters-in-law marrying into the family, I've got to keep myself alive and well.”

Thus, Yuvan and Zayne had dinner with Herbert.

When they had finished eating, the mood to play chess struck Herbert again. He ordered Yuvan to take the chess board out, and the three of them played chess in the living room.

Later, he found Zayne's skills too horrible and had Yuvan play with him.

Zayne watched the chess game between his grandfather and cousin for a while before he stood up and walked over to the window. He noticed that the lights in the front yard were unlit, and it was pitch-black outside.

The only sound was that of the crisp pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof and glass.

Recalling the figure he spotted kneeling outside the gates when he came home, he went to the study and pulled up the surveillance footage outside the gates after much hesitation.

It's so chilly at night. If she were to kneel for another hour, she'd definitely meet her end.