Chapter 169: Just a Minor Thing_1

"You don't like drinks that are too sweet," Amadeus Yancey leaned down to put a duckbill cap on her, hiding her provoking melon-seed-shaped face, and leaned back in his chair with his slender figure, casually hooking up the corner of his mouth, "I saw you didn't like orange juice, so I got you a lemonade instead."

Nathalie Quinlan: ...

How did he notice she didn't like oranges when no one else had seen it?

Was it because she hadn't immediately drunk the fresh orange juice he brought her last night?

His insight was simply too astonishing!

Nathalie Quinlan cocked her head, her beautiful starry eyes intently studying the man's profile, his high nose bridge, thin red lips, so handsome it was almost unbearable.

She blinked, drawing her line of sight back.

She silently held the lemonade and took a sip.

Umm, the sourness and sweetness were just right, and he'd even added the ice cubes she loved.