My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075 She Is Yours Too

Just as Genevieve was done tying the ribbons around Asel's hair, Amanda dragged a boy wearing a T-shirt and a pair of cargo pants down.

Exuding a cool aura, the boy looked very similar to Armand.

Exclaiming how cute he was, Genevieve pulled him into her arms and kissed him. She could not help but ruffle his hair when he saw how it was as curly as Armand's.

She even said to Armand, "After seeing your son, I finally believe that you didn't perm your hair."

Armand was amused to hear that.

Although it was already autumn in Jadeborough, the sun was quite hot that day. Hence, Genevieve made the kids wear caps to keep the sun out. After that, Armand drove everyone to the amusement park. Genevieve played a nursery rhyme in the car and led the kids in singing it. The children's joyful voices flooded the car.

When Genevieve noticed Armand glancing over at her occasionally, she grabbed his arm when the traffic light was red. "How's that? I have the potential to be a mom, don't I?"

"Yeah." Armand's fingers brushed across her cheek as he chuckled. "You probably won't be stressed even if you have to take care of five or six kids."

Genevieve immediately slapped his hand away. "You're acting fishy. You're trying to trick me, aren't you?"

"Trick you into doing what?"

"You said five or six kids! Aren't you planning to trick me into having more children for you?" Genevieve snorted coldly and lectured him, "Do you know why some stepmothers treat their stepchildren badly? It's because they have their own children! To be nicer to your two kids, I won't have my own anymore."

Armand laughed uncontrollably. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he leaned over and kissed Genevieve. "Darling, how can you be so cute?"

Genevieve quickly pushed him away. "Stop being a kissing maniac! We've got kids in this car..."

She turned her head around and glanced over. However, she realized that the divider had already been lifted.

Armand kissed the corner of her lips again and coaxed, "Call me Hubby."

"Dream on." Genevieve pushed his face away.

"Be a good girl and call me." Armand continued to persuade her, "I'll carry the kids later when you don't want to. I'll even carry everything for you."

Genevieve glanced at him from the corners of her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to do that? Why else would I let you tag along?"

Armand did not continue to force her when he saw that she refused to call him "Hubby."

When they arrived at the amusement park's parking lot and Armand was about to get out of the car, Genevieve leaned over and pecked him on his cheek. "You're so handsome, Hubby."

Armand smiled, but before he could return the kiss, Genevieve had already left the car.

When she turned on her phone, she saw a message from Charlotte ten minutes ago, asking where she was and inviting her to go shopping together. Genevieve took a picture of the amusement park's signboard and sent it to her. She texted: I'm bringing the kids to the amusement park.

Charlotte replied quickly: Oh! I almost forgot that you're two five-year-old children's mom.

Genevieve was confused. I only became these kids' mom today, so how did Charlotte replace out?

She looked across the car at Armand.

He was taking out the stroller from the trunk and lowering Asel into it. Upon noticing Genevieve's threatening stare, he could not help but feel slightly perplexed.

He pushed the stroller over and took Genevieve's bag from her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Glancing at the two children who were walking in front, Genevieve asked Armand softly, "Tell me the truth. Are the kids... Charlotte's?"

Armand's expression became sullen. "Why would you think that?"

"Didn't you say that their mom is a famous heiress in Jadeborough and is very narcissistic?" Genevieve continued, "She's the only one who fulfills both conditions." Casting a glance at Asel sitting in the stroller, she became even more suspicious. "She's yours too, isn't she?"

With a cold expression on his face, Armand ignored her and continued pushing the stroller forward.