Chapter 306: Unless Wounded to the Extreme_1

Nathalie Quinlan only half-lifted her eyelids. Her eyelids were thin, and her pupils pitch black. When she looked at people, her gaze was cold and gangster-like, betraying a kind of wildness that wasn't easily tamed.

"Five years."

Her tone of voice sounded casual and disinterested.

It was a conversation that simply didn't connect.

Myles Sullivan felt somewhat awkward, unsure how to proceed for a moment, but luckily the waiter brought his coffee at that moment. He picked up the coffee and took a sip, using it to ease his somewhat sheepish mood, and then looked back at the person across from him.

Seeming to weigh his words, he said, "I've heard from your parents about what's happened in the last six months..."

Nathalie Quinlan's stirring motion paused for a second, and she looked up at him.