The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Face Slap【1】_1

The little seahorse was made with blue and white crushed diamonds, not large, but its charm lay in its exquisite cuteness.

Paired with the adorable expression on his face, it was as if a gentle breeze of spring could melt away hearts.

Not far away stood a man.

It was obviously Amadeus Yancey.

He wore a sky blue shirt today, a shirt with a strong design sense, asymmetrical at the hem on both sides. His long, well-proportioned legs were wrapped in jeans, casually propped to one side.

In his hand, he held a phone, apparently reading messages with half-closed eyelids. His fair wrist was adorned with a silver bracelet, but most eye-catching was the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist bone, with a red tassel dangling, inexplicably vivid.

Nathalie Quinlan recognized at a glance that the shirt he was wearing was the one she had bought for him.

It was after they ran into Zayn Fisher and switched to another store, she had intended to buy him a watch, but accidentally saw that shirt when they passed by the clothing specialty store under the Seven brand.

At that time, there was a similar women’s version inside, which she tried on, found it quite flattering, and bought it.

As it happened, she was wearing that women’s version today.

Nathalie Quinlan’s temples throbbed slightly.

A three-word term popped unbidden into her mind—couple outfits!

Plus, with Edric dressed in his blue and white striped patient’s attire, the three of them could make up a family today.

No sooner had this thought emerged than she immediately dismissed it.

It was just a coincidence.

He himself had said that they were just good friends, the kind who share a common nephew.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t think any further about it.

Right at this moment, a message from Alfred Garland stealthily came in.

[Alfred Garland: Ms. Quinlan, the young master asked me to take a ’well-behaved’ proof photo for him. How is the young master’s photo that I took, cute?]

Nathalie Quinlan exited the photo, narrowed her eyes, and replied to him with a bit of wicked fun.

[Not bad, next time zoom the lens in a bit closer and avoid capturing extraneous things for a better shot.]

She had just replied to the message when, on the other side, Alfred Garland looked up and said to the man deliberately getting in the lens, ”Amadeus, Ms. Quinlan says you should stand further back next time, so you don’t block the young master’s shot.”

With these words, the air seemed to chill a few degrees.

An indifferent glare flew back.

Alfred Garland himself felt awkward and zipped his lips, hastily handing the phone back to Edric Yancey, who was happily on his own, and slipping away faster than anyone else: ”Young master, your phone, you reply to Ms. Quinlan yourself.”

Edric Yancey received the phone, and although he had felt a bit embarrassed to send Nathalie Quinlan a selfie of himself, after thinking it over, he lifted his phone towards his face, with cheeks flushed red, and took a cute photo to send her.

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Not long after Nathalie Quinlan had replied, she received that adorable selfie of him.

The little tyke’s tender pink face aimed at the lens, his skin so delicate that not a single pore could be seen, and the shadow of the phone reflected in his large, grape-like eyes.

Cute as a little apple.

This time there were no ’extraneous’ people in his photo.

Ding.

Nathalie Quinlan’s phone rang again.

Soon after, another message from Edric Yancey came in.

[Sister, I’ll be done very soon, then I’ll come over with Uncle later. Love you, mmuah~ (づ￣3￣)づ╭❤️～]

Mmuah was a term he just learned from Audrick Zachmann online.

It’s said that girls like it.

Nathalie Quinlan didn’t know whether other girls liked it, but ever since she heard Audrick Zachmann say it, she kept receiving similar emoticons or messages.

She had just put away her phone.

”Nathalie!” Jhovany Sullivan and the others had arrived by the roadside; seeing her, they were waving enthusiastically, ”Nathalie, this way!”

Nathalie Quinlan put her phone back in her pocket and just walked over.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sapphire blue Ferrari driving over the fallen leaves on the ground—