Chapter 70 Not Something You Need To Worry About
“I’m sorry, mister. My driver failed to apply the brakes and accidentally rear-ended your car,” the young woman apologized. “I see that you’re driving a Maybach, which is more expensive than our car. I’ll give you a contact number and bear the entire cost of the repair.”
“There’s no need for that.” Armand glanced at the wedding dress she was wearing, sounding a little impatient. “Just be careful next time.”
Genevieve was momentarily startled by the impatience in the man’s voice. Then, she thrust the bouquet of bellflowers into his car. “I am truly sorry. I’ll give you this bouquet.”
Her action caught Armand by surprise.
Just then, the woman’s friend caught up with her and reprimanded, “Genevieve, you’re the bride. How can you get off the car before we get to the church?”
“We ran into someone else’s car. Of course, I had to come and apologize to him.”
“I already assured you that I would handle it.” As she assisted Genevieve in adjusting her veil, her friend urged her to hurry and get in the car.
“Let’s just run to the church; it’s not far away.”
Looking back, Genevieve noticed Armand’s reluctance to accept the bouquet, so she quickly set it down next to him and uttered with a smile, “Mister, I hope you get married to the person you like as soon as possible.”
With that said, she grabbed the heavy hem of her wedding dress and sprinted toward the church.
“Drive,” instructed Armand as he retracted his gaze.
As the car passed the church slowly, he reached out to get something when the bellflowers next to him caught his eye.
It was a tiny, exquisite bouquet.
Picking up the flowers, he gave them another glance before taking off his sunglasses and looking out the car window.
The bright sunshine poured down on Genevieve’s lovely face as she ran while holding the hem of her wedding dress. She had a radiant, joyful smile on her face.
Coming back to his senses, Armand gazed at Genevieve in the living room. His lips curved upward slightly.
He was curious how she would react if she discovered she had given him the bouquet a year before.
Patrick was sitting next to Armand on the couch when he noticed a faint smile on the latter’s face. Instantaneously, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking it was his imagination.
However, he noticed that Armand’s smile was still there.
“Steven! Steven!” Patrick hurriedly nudged Steven and whispered, “Do you see it? Armand is smiling!”
After that, he cast a brief look at Armand again, sighing as he ate. “Even though Mr. Samuel and Armand had different mothers, Mr. Samuel was the only member of the Faulkner family who treated Armand well. Armand’s personality has drastically changed since Mr. Samuel’s death, and he no longer smiles.”
In the past year, he had learned that even when Armand smiled, it was an icy smile that made people think twice before bothering him.
Yet, the smile he just revealed today was carefree and calm.
Naturally, Steven noticed Armand’s smile as well, but he kept quiet.
Instead, he clenched his fists tightly in response to the last part of his younger brother’s words.
It was exactly because of the close relationship between Samuel and Armand that he did not know whether he should tell Armand about what he had recently found out.
“Steven, what’s the matter?” Patrick noticed Steven’s grim expression and tightly furrowed brow. “Is something wrong?”
Steven shook his head. “Even if there’s something wrong, it’s not something you need to worry about.”
His statement left Patrick speechless.
A fine sheen of sweat had formed on Genevieve’s forehead by the time she finished the piece.
Putting down the violin, she looked at the man on the couch and pursed her pink lips before asking nervously, “Mando, how did I do?”
“Pretty good.” Evidently in a good mood, Armand raised the corners of his lips slightly. “It was in tune.”
Since there was a world-class violinist by his side, he had listened to her violin playing so much that he was now a very discerning listener.
The sound of Genevieve’s violin, however, made him feel incredibly at ease.
Hearing Armand’s compliment, Genevieve grinned and put the violin back in the case.
At that moment, Maria led a middle-aged man into the living room.
“Mr. Armand, someone is looking for you.”
“Mr. Armand, Mdm. Genevieve.” The visitor was Frankie, the butler who looked after Harriet.
After greeting the couple respectfully, he handed Armand a velvet box. “Mr. Armand, Old Mrs. Faulkner wanted me to give this to you.”
Armand took the box and opened it. The moment he saw a pair of rings inside, his gaze darkened slightly.
