Chapter 502

This Painting Is Priceless 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. Every single box was labeled
with a figure. Genevieve pointed at the small pile of gift boxes on the floor and asked with a beam,
“These are my gift to you! Are you surprised?” After saying that, she pulled the man down to sit cross-



legged on the floor. When a cute little boy looking at the camera blankly materialized on the projector
that had been turned on earlier, she picked up the present labeled with the figure one and handed it to
Armand. “This is your one-year-old birthday present! Quick, open it and see what it is, Mando!”
Armand’s lips twitched as though he wanted to say something. In the end, however, he merely dipped
his eyes and untied the ribbon on the box. Taking out a beautiful golden lock from the box, Genevieve
exclaimed, “What a lovely golden lock! Happy first birthday, Mando! I wish you happiness all your
days!” Soon, the slideshow changed to another picture. The little boy in it appeared a little older than
the previous one. Genevieve handed the gift box labeled with the figure two to Armand. The pile of gift
boxes was none other than the presents she scoured the globe for in the past two weeks. 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.”

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