My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 503 She Knew How Lonely He Is

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.

Having done that, she suggested, "Tell Timothy to buy some cranberries and eat some when you feel like retching. It'll work wonders!"

"He'd only say that eating sour things would be bad for the stomach and nag me." Picking up the glass, Johanna took two sips of water before continuing, "I'm irritated at the sight of him now for some inexplicable reason."

"That's normal. Mood swings can be rather severe during pregnancy.

Johanna placed the glass down. "Genev, tonight is the Twitter Awards Ceremony. It'll be at Rolls-Royce Headquarters, with Sylvie and Bruce in attendance. As the boss, are you going?"

Irritation rose within Genevieve when Sylvie came up in conversation. "No! I'm not a celebrity anyway!"

"I heard that it'll be pretty fun. Since you're not attending despite being invited, I'll go in your stead." Out of the blue, Johanna seemingly remembered something. She added, "Oh yes, I'm the one who altered the evening gown Sylvie will be wearing tonight. It's incredibly stunning."

Then, she took out her phone. "Would you like to have a look at it?"

Genevieve stared at Johanna with her face devoid of expression. "Are you deliberately hitting me where it hurts because I seem too happy these days?"

"Of course not. I merely replace the evening gown I altered stunningly beautiful!" Johanna countered smirkingly.

Subsequently, she pushed the chair away and stood up. "Remember to watch the live broadcast at that time, Genev!"

Genevieve waved a dismissive hand, urging her to leave speedily.

Thereafter, she picked up her phone on the table and texted Steven at once: Steven, Armand is free tonight, yes?

Steven replied: No, Twitter invited him to be a guest of honor.

Genevieve promptly texted back: Reject it for him. There's no need to attend when it's such a horrible event.

At that, Steven relented and answered: Okay.

Throughout the entire day, Genevieve was a touch distracted at work. When she got off work, she packed her things and left hurriedly. As she drove toward Central Group Tower, she noticed that the sky had grown dark, and it was probably going to rain.

She was waiting for the traffic light to turn green when her phone in the compartment beside the armrest lit up.

She unlocked her phone, only to see that Jermaine sent her a photo. After tapping open the photo, she was greeted by the sight of a pregnancy test report.

In the next second, the man sent her another message that read: Sylvie went to a private hospital for a checkup the day before. She's pregnant.

The instant Genevieve saw that, her mind went blank.