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 iid 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 simr 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 hourter, a te 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 wasbeled 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 nkly materialized on the projector that had been turned


    on earlier, she picked up the presentbeled 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 eximed, “What a lovely golden lock!


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    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 boxbeled 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.


    Nheless, 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.”