Chapter 96: A Man's Mouth, A Liar's Ghost_1

The car was very quiet, and when he spoke, Nathalie Quinlan couldn't just ignore him.

She just didn't know how to respond to him.

"No."

Not angry and yet avoiding him?

Amadeus Yancey curled his thin lips, leaned back on the leather seats, his slender body stretched out, and those long legs, wrapped in suit trousers, bent; the car's spacious interior suddenly felt as if it couldn't contain his length.

"Do you think I shouldn't have carried you out like I did just now?"

His voice exuded extreme superiority, a perfectly low and magnetic tone, seemingly casual but imbued with a lazy sexiness.

His voice was incredibly penetrating; speaking always felt like a seductive whisper in one's ear.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the car turned ambiguous.

Nathalie Quinlan felt that same irritating heat in her chest, making her restless, her earlobes a bit warm, not understanding why he had suddenly brought it up.

"I just think that I can walk myself. It's my arm that's hurt, not my leg."