"... why aren't you watching where you're walking?" Amadeus Yancey's low, magnetic voice descended from above her head.
Nathalie Quinlan maintained a safe distance from him, put away her phone, and with a slightly irritated lift of her brow, her pitch-black eyes looked at him and laughed, her provocative intent was clear, "Because I didn't expect someone to stand in front of me without making a sound."
"Heh." Clearly, the one being disliked was him, but Amadeus Yancey chuckled deeply, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he reached out to ruffle her hair, his tone soothing and alluring, "Are you angry?"
"..."
"I didn't expect you to be so focused that you didn't notice me approaching," he explained again, good-naturedly.
"..."
Nathalie Quinlan always felt agitated without knowing exactly why, but under his gaze, she felt a burning heat throughout her body, especially on her face and the tips of her ears, so hot that she wanted to remove the scarf from around her neck.