My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 500 Perhaps I Overthought Things

After the two siblings tussled for a while, Lucian didn't bother with Amanda anymore and left the room.

Amanda picked up the phone that had dropped to the carpet but was still connected. Sniffling, she complained, "My brother picked on me, mister."

At her aggrieved voice, distress inundated Armand. In a tender voice, he coaxed, "He just wanted you to sleep earlier. Going to bed late will affect your bone development."

"He doesn't care about me. He merely likes to pick on me," Amanda muttered. Then, she told the man about the many times Lucian bullied her in detail.

In the end, she whined, "Mister, just love me alone henceforth and not my brother, okay?"

"Okay."

"Can I phone you again at this time tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Bye-bye, mister!" Amanda gave him a kiss through the phone. "Shouldn't you be giving me a kiss in return, mister?"

Unbidden, Armand burst out laughing.

He gave her a kiss through the phone before murmuring, "Good night."

After hanging up the phone, he was no longer in the mood to work. Instead, he kept staring at his phone, whose screen had gone black on the table.

As he reminisced about Amanda's babyish voice, his heart melted into a puddle.

He didn't like children much, so he remained indifferent even when he bumped into adorable children on the streets. But surprisingly, he found the little girl lively and cute. Just like her mother, she's endearing!

While he was spacing out, someone knocked on the door to the CEO's office. He called out for the person to enter, only to see someone from the secretarial department pushing open the door and stepping into the office.

The secretarial department was under Steven's purview, so he had never paid any attention to it. However, he inadvertently glimpsed the rounded belly beneath the professional attire of the female secretary who came to deliver the documents that day and noticed that she was wearing flats.

Giving her a second glance, he inquired in a deep voice, "You're pregnant?"

The secretary didn't expect the man to speak to her, so she was startled for a moment. But in the next instant, she answered, "Yes, I'm already twenty-eight weeks in, and I'll be on maternity leave starting the end of next month."

"Then, do you like to eat barbecued food when you're pregnant?"

In response, the secretary shook her head. "There are too many seasoning in barbecued food, so it's not good for the baby. I usually have some protein and fruits."

"What about oranges?"

"Yes." The female secretary paused for a while before adding, "But I'm not picky about fruits. I eat everything that is good for the baby." When Armand heard that, his heart sank.

As she stepped forward to place the documents on the table, he caught a faint whiff of a fruity fragrance. There was no milky scent. Seeing that he had gone silent again, the secretary queried anxiously, "Is there anything else, Mr. Faulkner?"

"No." Armand waved a dismissive hand.

After she had left, he stared at the documents on the table while cradling his forehead.

Perhaps I overthought things. Genevieve is always with Johanna, so it isn't surprising that they both like eating the same things. Every morning at nine o'clock on the dot, Amanda phoned Armand.

She would tell him what she ate that day and the classes she attended, such as swimming, kickboxing, skating, and the like. Among them all, her favorite was still the violin.

In fact, she even played Carmen Fantasie for him through the phone.

Despite her tender age, she had precise control over the movement of her fingers.

As Armand listened to the strains of violin from the other end of the phone, he marveled at her exceptional talent. Wow! She even surpassed her mother, Genevieve! After Amanda finished her performance, she eagerly asked, "How was it, mister?"

"It was melodious! You were incredible!" Armand lauded from the depths of his heart.

Amanda was over the mood at her father's compliment. "Mister, we've talked for a long time, but you've never asked for my name."