My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 1249

Chapter 1249 Use Your Hands To Hug Me

“How does the nest look? Is it good?” Genevieve showed the end product to her daughter.

Amanda was painting the fake eggs. She turned around and looked at the bird's nest in her mother's hand, and her shoulder slumped in disappointment.

“Mommy, it should be a bird's nest, not a box.”

“It is a bird's nest,” Genevieve said matter-of-factly. “I even laid some cotton inside it. The whole bird family will move in if we put the nest on the tree.”

Amanda pouted. “Mommy, have you seen any birds live in a box before?”

Genevieve looked at Lucian, who was sitting across the desk. He had made a vivid bird. She turned to Amanda again and saw the realistic bird eggs made of painted pebbles.

On the contrary, the bird's nest in her hand looked like crude craftwork with no aesthetic appeal.

Amanda waved her hand dismissively. “Forget it. Mommy, you can go and have fun. I will finish the craft with Lucian.”

On their way back, Amanda was pestering Genevieve to help her with the handicraft, but now she was chasing the latter away for slowing their progress.

Genevieve was slightly disheartened.

She went to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around the man who was cooking. “Mando, your daughter scorned my poorly made bird's nest and shooed me away.”

Armand asked her, “Did you just get a paper box to get by the task?”

“I can't simply pluck a real bird's nest from a tree. Although it does look a bit crude, I guarantee you that it's a genuine bird's nest,” Genevieve retorted.

She then complained, “Can't the teacher spare us the trouble? Painting a family portrait of the birds is more than enough. Why are we asked to do a handcrafted bird's nest?”

Armand fed a piece of barbeque ribs to Genevieve when the dishes had cooled down. He chuckled. “You should only use your hands to hug me. I will help them out with the handcraft later.”

He looked up and saw Genevieve watching him intently from the couch.

“What is it?”

“It's just a simple bird nest. Why can't I get it right?” Genevieve was a little dispirited.

Armand came over and squatted beside her. Cradling her face, he gave her a light peck on the cheek. “Mandy won first place in violin performance during the school arts festival. The credit goes to you. My wife is the best.”

Genevieve's heart fluttered at the man's flattery. “Mando, how did you become so good at complimenting people? Did you get a secret lover when I was unconscious—”

Before Genevieve could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by Armand's.

“Speak a word again and see what I will do to you.” He shot her a threatening look.

“Okay. I will talk no more.” Genevieve wrapped her arms around the man's neck and nuzzled against him, crooning, “Mando, I don't feel like walking. Can you carry me upstairs?”