Chapter 227: Face Slap【1】_1

The little seahorse was made with blue and white crushed diamonds, not large, but its charm lay in its exquisite cuteness.

Paired with the adorable expression on his face, it was as if a gentle breeze of spring could melt away hearts.

Not far away stood a man.

It was obviously Amadeus Yancey.

He wore a sky blue shirt today, a shirt with a strong design sense, asymmetrical at the hem on both sides. His long, well-proportioned legs were wrapped in jeans, casually propped to one side.

In his hand, he held a phone, apparently reading messages with half-closed eyelids. His fair wrist was adorned with a silver bracelet, but most eye-catching was the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist bone, with a red tassel dangling, inexplicably vivid.

Nathalie Quinlan recognized at a glance that the shirt he was wearing was the one she had bought for him.