Chapter 651

Ariana arched her crescent-moon eyes and said with a smile, "You're back?" Lambert gave a noncommittal grunt before walking over. He first bent down to listen to the baby's movements in her belly, then narrowed his eyes and declared, "Not very active—must be a girl." His tone was matter-of-fact. Ariana rolled her eyes at him. Lately, Lambert had become downright obsessed with having a daughter. He brought it up several times a day, to the point where she was sick of hearing it. Ignoring him, she picked up the book she’d been reading earlier and resumed flipping through the pages. Lambert leaned in slightly and asked, "The housekeeper said you haven’t had dinner yet. Are you hungry now? If you are, I’ll go downstairs and get something for you." Truth be told, Ariana wasn’t particularly hungry. Pregnancy had dulled her appetite. She was fortunate enough not to suffer from frequent morning sickness, but eating had still become a chore—managing even a few bites a day was an accomplishment.