Chapter 564: What Did You Just Call Him?_1
She only saw one person carrying a coffee from the living room to the sofa.
Amadeus Yancey was stirring his coffee cup, his fingers well-defined, pale and slender; that hand was clean and handsome, perfectly suitable for a career as a hand model.
Today, he wore a long black coat paired with a shirt she had bought for him, accentuating his lean figure with straight, long legs.
Quite an eye-catcher!
Who wouldn't want to see something beautiful first thing in the morning?
Nathalie Quinlan found it quite a cleanse for her eyes, at least providing a respite to her eyes, which had been assaulted by a post on the school forum.
She walked down the stairs.
Halfway down, the man lazily stirring his coffee looked up and saw her, his deep eyes slightly squinting, pupils reflecting her image.
"You're up?"
"Yeah."