The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1592: Amadeus: I’ll Take What I Want Myself

Nathalie Quinlan: ...

She wanted to slap her own mouth.

Dang, this foul mouth of hers, always bringing up things best left unsaid, knowing well enough it’s never any good when she irks him.

Their car was parked on the roadside, and curious bystanders occasionally peered into their car.

Nathalie Quinlan was silent for a moment, then looked up.

The man seemed to be waiting for her to explain, one arm resting on the steering wheel in a lazy pose, lips curled ambiguously as though expecting her to speak.

Nathalie Quinlan, having mentally prepared herself, suddenly felt: ...

——She still wanted to slap this foul mouth of hers!

Nathalie Quinlan fell silent.

Mostly, she didn’t know how to handle these situations well; she could handle a fight, but to coax a boyfriend... she felt a fight would be more straightforward.

Nathalie Quinlan’s nerves were tightly wound, causing her temples to throb, and she frowned: "I..."

This time, Amadeus Yancey didn’t help her out, looking leisurely and annoyingly smug.

Nathalie Quinlan took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, pressed her lips together, and said: "I’ll buy you a gift."

Her straightforward approach caught Amadeus Yancey off guard.

Buy a gift?

This is... her way of resolving it.

Nathalie Quinlan seemed to have found her backbone, looking at him candidly, her clear bright eyes were smooth in her speech: "What kind of gift would you like? I’ll find time to buy it for you."

"..."

This sense of ’girlfriend is upset, so I’ll buy her a gift to appease her’ even left the well-experienced Mr. Yancey in Beijing a bit flustered. He stared at her for a moment, throat dry: "What do you want to buy for me?"

"Haven’t decided yet." The girl admitted frankly as she looked at him, clearly showing she was just casually brushing him off.

Then, she supported her chin, thoughtfully considered, turned her head, and excitedly said to him: "How about I send you a red envelope on WhatsApp, and you can buy it yourself?"

Nathalie Quinlan thought this method was quite good.

If she bought it, he might not necessarily like it.

But if she gave him the money and let him buy it, he could certainly get something he truly wanted.

Amadeus Yancey was amused by this feeling of being lavishly spoiled like a rich man’s plaything, he chuckled lightly and lazily asked her: "How much are you planning to send me?"

Nathalie Quinlan considered his usual spending habits, took out her phone, planning to transfer tens of thousands over to him.

Before she could send it, the phone was suddenly held by someone.

"No need." The man’s voice was low and hoarse, his handsome face leaned closer: "I’ll take what I want myself!"

One kiss ended.

The certain someone thoughtfully helped her adjust her seatbelt, then contentedly settled back, restarted the car, and cheerfully said: "First, let’s return to Rhine, I’ll accompany you to get the things, then send you to Uncle Jeremiah." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Nathalie Quinlan reached out to wipe her lip corners, feeling a slight sharp pain where her fingertips touched, without looking, it was definitely red.

She wordlessly pulled her duckbill cap down lower, slumped in the passenger seat, not wanting to speak at all: "...Ugh."

Amadeus Yancey noticed the girl’s unwillingness to interact, couldn’t help but curl his lips again, feeling pretty good, he said in a low voice to her: "Next time you encounter something with Zachmann Family’s Room Two and you can’t come forward, just let me know, I’ll handle it for you."

Nathalie Quinlan’s attention was drawn back; she glanced sideways at him and slowly withdrew her line of sight, a warm current flowed through her heart, she nodded rarely: "Mm."

After speaking, she rolled up the car window, sluggishly said: "Got it."