The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1611: Chapter 1611: My 100-Day Anniversary of Becoming Official

The girl’s tone was very calm, as if she was just speaking casually.

Amadeus Yancey was momentarily taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh, and the anger that had just gathered in his heart instantly dissipated.

He relaxed his eyebrows, his gaze carrying a rare purity, lavish in his praise: ”Nathalie the Goddess, well done!”

Nathalie Quinlan glanced towards him with a languid gaze, knowing full well he was teasing her, and almost couldn’t help asking if he could call her something else.

Nathalie the Goddess...

Every time Amadeus called her that, no good could ever come from it.

However, as she was about to speak, Nathalie swallowed her words, tapping her mug with her fingers and pulling a small smile. The spot that had been kissed still tingled faintly, itchy and numb like an ant’s nibbling. This morning when she brushed her teeth and looked in the mirror, she saw the swelling at the corner of her mouth had just gone down. If she provoked him now, nothing good would happen.

So Nathalie shifted her gaze back, lowered her head to drink water, hiding her embarrassment.

Amadeus was waiting for her to say something, but he didn’t expect his little girl to have gotten smarter, staying silent and not responding.

He curved his thin lips into a smile, not making things difficult for Nathalie, got up, walked to the study, and took out a rectangular box from the drawer, handing it over.

”What’s this?”

Nathalie placed down her mug and reached out to take it.

Seeing her take it, Amadeus felt quite cheerful, his thin lips curling slightly: ”Gift.”

Nathalie: ”?”

Gift?

She pondered over what day it was today.

Realizing it was neither a holiday nor anyone’s birthday, she looked again at the gift in her hand, feeling quite baffled.

But Amadeus came closer, wearing a white shirt with black pants, his stature long and handsome. His voice low, with an undercurrent of elegance: ”My hundred-day anniversary gift for becoming regular, Nathalie, open it and take a look?”

Nathalie: ...

Her hand paused, lips pressed together, she lowered her head and quite seriously untied the butterfly knot on the box, opening it.

Inside the rectangular box lay a meticulously designed bracelet, its silver chain modest, adorned with a diamond-carved pendant at one third of the length on the right side. The pendant was a sunflower, understated yet elegant, breathtaking in the light. The silver bracelet was stunningly beautiful, unforgettable at first glance.

However, Nathalie’s first reaction was to think of the bracelet she received not long ago.

Made by Khendy Lordon.

That eye-searing aesthetic could completely serve as an extreme contrast to the one Amadeus had given her.

She was slightly taken aback and couldn’t help but raise her eyes, asking, ”What made you think of giving me a bracelet?”

Amadeus came over, took the bracelet out of the box, his voice deep and captivating: ”Give me your hand, I’ll put it on for you.”

Nathalie remained silent for a few seconds, then extended her hand.

The chilling silver bracelet rested on her fair wrist, the diamond was not large, but exquisitely cut, understated yet tasteful.

In particular, Nathalie’s wrist was beautiful, slender, and pale.

Wearing that bracelet made it look even nicer.

Amadeus, in a good mood, took a photo with his phone and saved it. He then helped pull down her sleeve, covering the bracelet just right, and unhurriedly said: ”I know you usually don’t like wearing these things. When the sleeves are down, it won’t be visible, so it shouldn’t affect anything.”

Nathalie watched his smooth actions, making it difficult not to remove the bracelet, but she couldn’t help but purse her lips and say: ”I might not always be able to wear it.”