The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 226: Such a Breed of Cat in Your Amadeus Family_1
Amadeus Yancey raised his eyebrows.
"Casual?"
It really was her style.
Yet he didn’t notice his own lips curling up or the doting expression on his face, "Like what? In what respect?"
Why was he so noisy?
There was the scent of agarwood in the car, extremely comforting.
Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t even realized how unguarded she was around him, deep sleepiness pulling at her like the ocean, she made a sound, and unconsciously said, "Anything? Then I want the stars in the sky."
After Nathalie finished speaking, she had already fallen asleep.
Amadeus Yancey looked at the girl who had fallen asleep next to him, the shadows under her eyelashes revealed faint dark circles, showing that she hadn’t been resting well recently.
Amadeus Yancey took off his outerwear and draped it over the sleeping person, looking at her tranquil sleeping face and, out of nowhere, gave a muffled chuckle.
"Heh, awake she’s like a hedgehog, but asleep she’s just like a cat."
The driver, Alfred Garland, in front: ...
Ms. Quinlan is like a cat?
You must be joking, sir. Which breed of cat has such sharp claws?
Lord Amadeus, isn’t your cat actually a leopard?
After Amadeus Yancey had put his coat on her, he looked up and said to the person in front, "Turn the air conditioner down a bit."
"Sure," Alfred Garland didn’t delay, promptly adjusting the temperature of the car’s air conditioner to be more suitable for sleeping.
*
It was a weekend with clear skies as far as the eye could see.
Another fine day.
Nathalie Quinlan had arrived quite early.
Audrick Zachmann, because of his star status, found it inconvenient to show up directly in crowded events. He said he’d come later and enter incognito, mingling with the crowd, while Amadeus Yancey went to the hospital to pick up Lily.
The little one had her metal plate removed these past few days and had started rehabilitation therapy.
She was both obedient and willing to endure hardship.
In just a few days, everyone in the orthopedics department, from doctors to nurses, adored her immensely.
However, the little one was perfect in every way, except that she seemed to have been frightened since last time and had become especially clingy recently.
Nathalie Quinlan had just gotten out of the taxi when, as if the little one had eyes everywhere, her message came through.
[Sister, have you woken up? I miss you so much.]
Nathalie Quinlan’s lips curved slightly. While sweeping the payment code and paying, she replied to the message.
[I’m at the place we’ll have lunch. Have you been listening obediently to the doctor?]
Waterfront Pavilion is one of McKinney’s finest Santhoma dishes and is located in the city center’s most bustling area, while maintaining tranquility with a row of garden-style buildings.
It is the most favorite dining spot for McKinney’s elite.
Normally, on any given day, the parking space outside is filled with luxury cars, and today was no exception. An array of ostentatious luxury cars was so numerous that it was hard to follow with the eyes.
That wasn’t all; she also saw reporters on both sides.
With the set-up of big guns and cannons at the entrance, it was as if they were about to shoot some star-studded awards ceremony – they just stopped short of rolling out a red carpet at the door.
She frowned slightly, looking at the door surrounded by brightly colored flowers, and couldn’t help but curl her lips.
Tsk, it really is the Quinlan family’s style.
It appears luxurious and opulent, yet it exudes ignorance and shallowness!
Ding.
Just then, Lily’s message came back.
Nathalie Quinlan, who couldn’t be bothered to look at the busy scene on the side, walked inside while looking down to see what the little one had sent her.
She saw the latest message was a photo.
It seemed to include two people.
She opened the image, and suddenly the photo filled the entire screen.
On the screen, Lily’s charming and snowy little face beamed with a smile, her eyelashes trembled slightly as they curled up, her eyes seemed a bit shy as she looked at the lens, with rosy cheeks. Although dressed in hospital clothes, on her chest she wore a shiny brooch, which, upon closer inspection of the enlarged lens, was a little seahorse.
