Chapter 1928: Chapter 1928: A Gift Prepared for Her Upon Passing the Assessment

Instead of going back, it’s better to let them guess. At most, Emma Gabehart will label her as someone who starts things but doesn’t finish them.

She continued replying to messages. With the gossipy nature of this group, they won’t give up until they find out everything.

After Nathalie Quinlan put down her phone.

The sports car suddenly stopped by the roadside.

Amadeus Yancey parked the car and took out an exquisitely packaged black box from behind, handing it to her.

"What’s this?" Nathalie Quinlan saw the satin ribbon tie on the box, reached out to take it, and looked bewildered.

Seeing her take it, Amadeus Yancey’s eyes deepened, his voice low and mellow: "Open it and take a look."

Nathalie Quinlan pursed her lips, reached out to untie the butterfly knot on the box, tore the outer packaging, and opened the wooden box inside to find a pen.

The pen was completely black, and she couldn’t tell what material it was made of. It felt cool in her hand, with a matte texture, and it looked expensive.

"A pen?"

"Yes." Amadeus Yancey held the box for her, letting her open the pen cap to take a look: "A gift I prepared for your exam. I could only pick this one in a rush. Once we return to Beijing, I’ll get you another gift."

Nathalie Quinlan’s eyelashes lowered as she unscrewed the pen cap to look at it. The pen’s nib shimmered with a silvery sheen, clearly a handcrafted piece.

She figured that writing with this pen would feel very smooth.

Nathalie Quinlan accepted the pen, placed it back in the box, and looked up. The restlessness in her eyes had dissipated, leaving behind some unnamed emotions: "You really didn’t have to prepare this for me, I..."

Amadeus Yancey took the box from her hand, put it back, and smiled with his eyes lowered, like a gentle breeze in March: "I wanted to prepare it for you."

"..." Nathalie Quinlan didn’t know how to respond. She instinctively reached out to adjust her cap.

A hand grasped her wrist in advance.

The man’s palm was warm as he leaned closer to her. Nathalie Quinlan leaned back until her lower back was against the driver’s seat. Instinctively, she tensed her back muscles, and her eyes began to look to the side...

Breaths intertwined.

Amadeus Yancey reached out to take off her duckbill cap, his fingers sliding through the girl’s thick black hair. His eyes were dark as the dense night, and he suddenly asked softly, "Nathalie, when are you considering your lifelong affair?"

"?" Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t been looking at him, but now she couldn’t help but look at the person leaning towards her, her clear bright eyes momentarily startled.

Amadeus Yancey pulled her closer and sighed softly, "I’m getting a bit impatient."

He had seen Violetta Hoffman just now and suddenly felt that Nathalie Quinlan had always been like a mist he couldn’t grasp. He thought he had her but often found himself anxious, afraid of losing her.

"Nathalie the Goddess, I overestimated myself." Amadeus Yancey curved his lips, his eyes smiling, but his voice was low and hoarse, as if mocking his own confidence with a sigh. He gave a bitter smile and looked at the girl; reluctant to push her but afraid of losing her, the feeling of gain and loss was like being in a world of ice and fire: "I thought I could wait a little longer, but I’m not as calm as I thought."

Nathalie Quinlan listened for a long time before she finally understood. She hadn’t shown much expression on her face before, but now her bright eyes moved slightly, and she didn’t say anything.

Instead, she suddenly reached out to wrap her arm around the man’s neck, tilted her head back, and her slightly cold lips kissed him directly.

She wasn’t a good student.

At least in this respect, she wasn’t a good student.

The kiss was bold, rebellious.

But firm and devoted.

Amadeus Yancey, from initially not keeping up, was later completely swept away by her, the car temperature continuously rising.