The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 737: Amadeus’ Dog Stands Up_1

Nathalie Quinlan raised her brows, half-squinting her eyes, her gaze quite sharp, just about to ask him "What words need the right atmosphere before you can say them."

Her phone vibrated, and a new message notification popped up on the screen.

It was a message from Myles Sullivan.

[Nathalie, have you gone to bed yet?]

Nathalie’s train of thought was abruptly interrupted, her attention drawn to the message, and her brow furrowed slightly, quite annoyed.

"Okay, we’ll talk about it on Christmas."

She had just finished speaking.

Another new message from Myles Sullivan appeared at the top of the screen.

[Tsinghua University announced the joint examination results today, and I saw your ranking. First place, a perfect score of 650. Nathalie, congratulations. I didn’t know you scored so well, now that you’ve successfully gotten into Tsinghua, do you have any wishes, or is there any gift you want? Uncle will buy it for you! Whatever you want.]

Nathalie’s slender fingers scrolled through the long message, and she squinted slightly, still with no intention of replying.

On the other end of the phone, Amadeus Yancey only saw the girl’s eyes suddenly turn cold, not knowing what she was doing. His thin lips curved slightly, and in a low voice, he asked, "Feeling sleepy?"

Nathalie’s gaze shifted from the message, quite lazily, and she pursed her red lips, saying, "A little. I didn’t sleep well the past few nights; I want to go to bed early today."

Amadeus watched the girl loosely wrapped in her bathrobe, his throat tightened, he raised his hand, a barely concealed smile on his face as he pressed the bridge of his nose, suppressing the desire about to burst forth, and said with a hoarse voice, "Remember to dry your hair before you sleep."

Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrows.

He continued, "Otherwise, you’re likely to develop headaches later on. You’re young now and might not feel it, but that doesn’t mean you won’t in the future. Dry it well before sleeping, be good~"

The word "good" was used provocatively.

Nathalie Quinlan did not turn around for a long while, her dark and beautiful eyes staring at his face for a long time, and again, she felt that she could not back down. Mimicking his tone, she deliberately lowered her voice, playfully replying, "Hmm, is this also the concern between good friends?"

She had thought she would again see the man freeze in reaction, but this time, as if he was prepared, his thin lips rose slightly, noble and lazy, his eyes warm as spring’s sun and as splendid as the summer’s fiery glow, unfathomably deep: "Am I not still your brother?"

Nathalie: ...

Amadeus Yancey saw the girl’s stiff back, his voice lazy and lingering, "I remember the first time we met, Nathalie, you called me brother Amadeus. What, is the term brother no longer applicable so quickly?"

If Alfred Garland were here and heard this, he would undoubtedly be unable to resist giving a thumbs-up.

Still such a playa!

With brazen confidence!

Nathalie felt her heartbeat quicken for an instant, and before she could fully understand why, she heard the man’s light laughter from the other end of the phone, followed by a warm admonition, "Remember to dry your hair before you sleep."

"Right," she felt a bit uncomfortable with the atmosphere just then, not sure how to respond, her eyes not looking at the person on the other end, lazily acknowledged, and with drooping lashes, as if she didn’t want to chat anymore and had a hint of wanting to escape: "I’m sleepy, I won’t talk to you anymore. Hanging up now."

How could Amadeus mistake whether she didn’t want to talk or was just sleepy? He laughed, that face even more suggestive, three buttons on his collar undone, revealing a hint of allure: "Go to sleep, I’ll message you when I get there tomorrow."

"Better send it later; I can’t get up early in the morning."

"Got it."

After saying that, again with a deep, resonant voice, like the plucking of piano strings: "Good night, have sweet dreams."