The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 180: You’re not trash, but want to give everyone a home_1
Zayn Fisher unconsciously tightened his grip on the sweater in his hand, his face becoming an iron shade as he quickly walked over.
"Zayn Fisher, what are you doing?" The girl who came with him followed with a puzzled look on her face.
He approached the VIP lounge sofa and suddenly charged at the girl sitting there with a vicious tone, "Why didn’t you tell me Audrick Zachmann is your cousin?"
The moment he arrived, he was aggressively questioning himself.
Nathalie Quinlan was briefly stunned, put away her phone, and pressed down her hat somewhat bewildered, "Why should I tell you?"
"It’s not like I’ve reached the age where you need to burn incense for me on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month." Even if she had reached that age, she had never heard of burning incense for an ex-boyfriend.
Zayn Fisher caught the sneer in her words, his face suddenly turning ugly, he clenched his fist and said in a heavy voice.
"You deliberately hid the fact that you know Audrick Zachmann just to see Ghania make a fool of herself, knowing full well that her health isn’t good..."
At this point, he took a deep breath and changed the topic, his gaze blazing.
"You also know medical skills? I never knew you had medical skills before."
Last time, he had seen her administer first aid to a child on the roadside with practiced motions, assuming it was a coincidence.
Only after seeing a video online did he realize she knew medical skills!
To call it ’knowing’ didn’t even do it justice.
They had dated for a full year, and he had never even held her hand, let alone the many other things she’d kept from herself.
Perhaps there was even more than had come to light now!
Nathalie Quinlan lifted her eyelids, not wanting to bother with him at first, but ended up being disgusted and countered, "Did you come to ask me all this, does Ghania Quinlan know?"
Zayn Fisher: ...
"Also, you have a girlfriend but still go clothes shopping with someone else, does Ghania Quinlan know?"
Zayn Fisher felt inexplicably embarrassed.
Nathalie Quinlan, with one hand in her pocket, squinted her eyes and without any malice, looked over Nadya Tucker then back at him as she mockingly said, "So it turns out you’re not a scumbag, you’re just trying to give everyone a home."
Scummy to the core!
No sooner had her words fallen than the fitting room door opened.
A tall man with long legs stepped out from inside.
Zayn Fisher’s face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
Amadeus Yancey?!
What a coincidence, the strikingly handsome man was wearing the very sweater that he had been holding and planning to try on.
The shallow V-neck ended just at the collarbone, not too vulgar, yet with a sense of design that showcased his slender swan neck.
Stunningly sexy!
Nothing highlights fear like a comparison.
Seeing how the sweater looked on him, Zayn Fisher didn’t have the courage to try it on himself anymore.
Amadeus Yancey just lifted an eyebrow at him without saying much and casually asked, "What are you doing here?"
A lazy, indifferent tone.
Yet it struck Zayn Fisher like a slap in the face.
A man only has that attitude when he doesn’t regard another man at all.
With Nathalie Quinlan still present, Zayn Fisher’s chest was filled with a sense of humiliation, yet he didn’t dare provoke Amadeus, clutched the clothes in his hand, and stood upright, "I... I’m helping a friend pick out clothes."
"Mr. Yancey is also here to buy clothes?"
Amadeus Yancey didn’t even grunt a response, his gaze peripherally skimming over him, acknowledging he had heard. Shifting from his previous aloofness, he opened his arms to ask Nathalie Quinlan, "Does this sweater look good?"
Nathalie Quinlan glanced at him, the effect of him wearing it so stunning that she forgot the bothersome sight of Zayn Fisher stiffly standing there.
Sparing no praise of her own, she said, "It looks great!"
"Then I’ll keep this one."
Who doesn’t like pleasing things? Nathalie Quinlan said without hesitation.
"You look pretty good in whatever you wear."
