The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Nathalie remembered the conditions she had agreed to with him and patiently looked through it.

[Khendy Lordon: You’re so delightful! If the wind blows you into my arms, I won’t give you back.]

Nathalie: ...

Once again, she was successfully nauseated by someone’s twisted humor. She remembered that yesterday Khendy seemed to have posted, ’I’m going out to buy some land, and I’ll buy your steadfastness.’

Today’s is even cheesier than yesterday’s.

Perhaps amused by someone’s increasingly eye-stinging posts, the girl slightly raised the corners of her mouth. Her skin was porcelain white, brash and proud, and her bold features added a bit of colorful touch to her appearance.

Nathalie seemed to be in a pretty good mood, and for once, instead of just completing tasks, she unprecedentedly commented on Khendy’s post today.

Q: [Thumbs up.]

In some ways, Khendy really is a talent!

...For example, his posts.

After liking Khendy’s post, Nathalie exited the app, just as Sadam Vinson sent her a message asking about going to Tsinghua University tomorrow.

Nathalie leisurely edited the message back to him, saying she would be going there tomorrow.

Once all that was sorted.

She put down her phone, her tiredness evident in her eyes and brow.

Amadeus Yancey happened to come over with a candy, peeling it open, and seeing her finish her message, suppressed any emotion in his eyes, handing over the peeled candy: ”Have a candy and then go up to rest. I’ll call you for dinner.”

Nathalie glanced up at him, slowly extending her hand to take it.

Amadeus lowered his gaze and unexpectedly whispered, ”Open your mouth.”

Nathalie frowned, her exhausted mind processing slowly, not reacting immediately, but instinctively trusting him, she opened her mouth.

At this moment.

An orange-flavored candy was fed into her mouth.

”Mmh.”

The hard part of the candy pressed against her tongue, the sweet and sour taste of orange candy quickly spreading between her lips and teeth.

The girl’s raven-black eyelashes slightly lowered, trembling gently.

Amadeus’ thin lips curled a bit, he patted her shoulder, his voice low and enticing, urging her, ”Alright, hurry up and go rest. I’ll call you later.”

Nathalie’s sluggish nerves cleared for a moment, her dark eyes gazing at him like ink, watching for a while, then as she got up, she bit his lips briefly, then quickly moved away, licking her lips, with an audacious expression: ”Very sweet.”

She didn’t give the man a chance to reply, seizing the opportunity to go upstairs.

Waving her hand while walking with a carefree air.

”I’m going up to rest.”

Amadeus watched her back gradually disappear at the staircase, then reached up to touch his lips, smiling.

Looking down, he no longer paid attention to the name he inadvertently saw her liking on a post earlier.

Khendy Lordon.

It seems Nathalie is quite familiar with this person.

Amadeus, usually proud, found himself slightly concerned with this name this time.

His hand brushed his thin lips, lowered his gaze, yet suppressed all the concern, not instructing Alfred Garland to investigate.

*

The next day.

Nathalie went out at half past one.

Rhine is right near Tsinghua University, so it only took her ten minutes to reach the back gate of Tsinghua University, where Sadam Vinson personally came to pick her up.

Sadam Vinson only learned Nathalie was injured when he came to pick her up in the afternoon.

He parked the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, hesitated before getting out, and turned his face to ask the girl, ”Nathalie, are you sure you don’t want to rest at home a bit longer? Your hand... you can actually trust me, I’ll take care of this...”