Chapter 797: Amadeus, Are You Confessing to Me?_1

Amadeus Yancey had no intention of moving aside. He still pinned her against the car, lowered his head, crooked around her neck, and his eyes, flirtatious and enticing, crinkled with a smile, "You said you liked Edric at the banquet, and Candice Yancey just sent me a WhatsApp message saying you like 'puppies'."

"Oh." Nathalie Quinlan's mind finally caught up. Their eyes met, and she instinctively raised her hand to adjust her cap, then remembered she hadn't worn her Duckbill Cap today since she was meeting elders. She silently lowered her hand, her gaze forthright, "I do like Edric, and Mrs. Yancey wasn't wrong to say so."

She admitted it?

Amadeus Yancey's eyes deepened, darkened a shade, then drew imperceptibly closer, shortening the space between them. His breath, warm and tickling, grazed Nathalie Quinlan's neck, slightly tinged with the scent of liquor—subtle and faint, yet his earlobes flushed a faint red, sensually alluring.

"What's wrong with being older?"