My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 502

When Armand merely stood there without paying her request any mind, Genevieve slid off his back huffily.

“How petty! Is your mouth inlaid with gold? My son is far better! I can hug and kiss him to my heart's content!” she griped.

When she went abroad to make the purchases, she made a detour to Dartan. At the sight of her son's aloof face that was very much similar to Armand's, she hugged and caressed him at length.

She took out her dejection for her failed attempts to kiss the man on him, making him so vexed that he didn't want to bother about her anymore.

The instant Armand heard that, his gaze darkened. He swiftly strode to the kitchen.

Taking out an apple from the fridge, Genevieve followed him to the kitchen.

She leaned half her body against the kitchen counter. As she munched on the apple, she studied the man's face.

“You're so handsome when you cook, Mando! If you publish a cookbook, it'll definitely be a bestseller! The ideal type in women's eyes is a man like you, Mando!”

Praises rang out, one after another.

The more she spoke, the more intense the veins on Armand's forehead throbbed.

Finally snapping, he jerked his head over and regarded her coldly. “If you still want to eat, you'd best shut up. Otherwise, I'm not cooking anymore.”

“Okay, okay.” Genevieve went silent and watched him intently.

Half an hour later, a plate of steaming hot beef tacos was served. There was some extra beef, so Armand made two bowls of beef soup.

His cooking was so good that Genevieve could eat ten tacos alone.

After eating, she deftly put the dishes away into the kitchen.

Then, she went upstairs and found Armand in the bedroom. Snagging the necktie on the chair, she dragged the man along the corridor toward the home theatre.

Standing in front of the home theatre, she tied the necktie around his eyes.

“Are you ready, Mando?”

Having entered the home theatre, Genevieve turned on the projector before removing the necktie from his eyes.

Armand slowly opened his eyes, only to notice that he was standing in the middle of the room. Under the dim lightning, he could see gift boxes of various sizes stacked on the carpet before him.

Armand's one-year-old gift was a golden lock, followed by a discontinued teddy bear, a scale model car, and so on. She meticulously prepared gifts for the man, from his first birthday to his thirty-seventh birthday.

Each time Armand unwrapped a present, the boy in the slideshow would be older than the previous one.

He went from an adorable little boy in kindergarten uniform to a cool teenager in high school uniform, and finally, to a calm and reserved man in a suit.

The boy in the slideshow gradually grew older. The only thing that remained unchanged was his unfathomable eyes.

Everything she prepared painstakingly had warmth suffusing Armand and his emotions roiling.

Nonetheless, his expression remained unchanged. He unwrapped the final present, the gift box for his thirty-seventh birthday.

It's an... abstract painting?

The painting within the exquisite frame was too abstract that he could only vaguely tell that it seemed to be a bee.

Picking it up, Genevieve held it up in front of him and said smilingly, “This is a bee. It's adorable, no? This painting is priceless, and you can't buy it even if you offer hundreds of millions.”