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Chapter 500 Perhaps I Overthought Things After the two siblings tussled for a while, Lucian didn’t botherwith
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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Shouldn’t you be giving me a kiss in return, mister?” Unbidden, Armand burst out laughing.
He gave her a kiss throughthe 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 apuddle. 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 wasspacing 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 doorand 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 noticedthat 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
maternityleave 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 pickyabout 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 afaint whiff of a fruity
fragrance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere was no milky scent. Seeing that he had gone silent again, the secretary queried anxiously, “Is
there anythingelse, Mr.
Faulkner?” “No.” Armand waved a dismissive hand. After she had left, he stared at the documents on
the table whilecradling 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 phonedArmand. 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 ofhis heart. Amanda was over
the mood at her father’s compliment.