The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 545: Amadeus Is Way Too Doting_1

However, he’s looking to contact Red Alliance for something?

What for?

Nathalie Quinlan was sitting with her legs curled up, leaning there and glanced at the person beside her. Amadeus Yancey had been running around for the last couple of days and hadn’t slept a wink last night. Underneath his eyelids, the purplish traces could be seen, and it seemed like the bloodthirsty aura he usually carried was even heavier than normal.

After a glance, Quinlan retracted her line of sight and slowly took out her phone, unconsciously flipping to the Red Alliance’s chat app.

The red ’S’ symbol on her phone screen was particularly conspicuous.

But Amadeus Yancey didn’t look in that direction, his brow and eyes poised. His thin lips minutely parted, and he said to Alfred Garland at the front, "Stop by the supermarket on the way, I need to buy something."

"Uh..." Alfred glanced sideways, asking somewhat curiously, "Amadeus, what do you need this late? I’ll go down and buy it for you."

As coincidence would have it, they just passed by a supermarket.

He parked the car by the roadside, turned back, stretched out a hand to unbuckle the seatbelt, and said, "Amadeus, you sit tight, I’ll go buy it."

Amadeus Yancey’s long hands had already opened the car door, stopping him, "I’ll go myself, you guys just wait for me a bit."

"Hm." Nathalie Quinlan’s stomach was bothering her, and she curled up languidly in the corner, with no objections.

Although Alfred wanted to accompany him, he couldn’t leave Nathalie alone in the car, so he gave up on the idea of following.

Mumbling to himself, "What could Amadeus be buying at this hour, could it be chewing gum?"

It wasn’t a baseless guess.

Didn’t Amadeus just smoke a cigarette? When he saw Ms. Quinlan get in the car, Amadeus had extinguished and thrown away the cigarette butt, but it was possible he worried Ms. Quinlan would smell the cigarette on him and went to buy some chewing gum...

Quinlan, however, didn’t think that much. She raised an eyebrow slightly, simply a bit puzzled about why Amadeus Yancey would go down to buy chewing gum.

Soon, the tall figure had returned.

With his height and long legs, walking on the street made him stick out like a crane amongst chickens, extremely conspicuous. Quinlan noticed several girls passing by kept turning their heads to look at him.

Very quickly.

He came back.

He held a bag in hand, got in the car, and handed her something from inside it, casually giving her a pill.

"Take one of these. The pharmacist said that half an hour after taking it, your stomach won’t hurt anymore."

He then passed her a beverage he was holding with drooping brows and eyes, looking unbelievably good.

"Drink it with this."

"..."

Nathalie Quinlan took the items he handed her with a complex gaze, looking down, Ibuprofen.

The warmth of the beverage was palpable even through the paper cup, very warm, warmer than the cup itself.

She held the cup, unable to articulate her feelings, and said in a heavy voice, "You went down just to buy these for me?"

"Yes, aren’t you feeling unwell?"

Amadeus Yancey looked at the girl before him with her face so pale it was distressing, and shoved the black plastic bag into her arms, his tone leisurely, his voice quite alluring, and it seemed there was a hint of a smile in the corner of his eyes, "And these too. I wasn’t sure which brand you preferred, so I asked the store clerk and got you two packs she recommended."

Alfred Garland at the front listened, perplexed, and was about to ask what it was all about.

But he had sharp eyes and caught a glimpse of the corner of the black bag Amadeus Yancey gave to Quinlan; he recognized the packaging from daily TV commercials.

Suddenly, his face turned beet-red.

Fuck, Sophia Yapiter?

Amadeus went down to buy Ms. Quinlan sanitary pads?

Seeing Quinlan’s extremely pale face and her bloodless lips, how could he not understand what the pills in her hand were for?

Definitely for a girl’s menstrual relief!