Nathalie Quinlan's phone was confiscated by him. She tipped her face up, with dangerously narrowed eyes. She bit her lips subconsciously and gave a low warning, "Don't go too far."
Amadeus Yancey let out a light laugh, his throat brimming with amusement, "Nathalie, is it me who's going too far or is it you?"
"I've been waiting for an answer to that question for a long time. Shouldn't you tell me first? Not letting me get a good night's sleep." His voice was hoarse beyond measure, deep as if he was chatting with her, yet shamelessly, he reached out and tousled the girl's hair, "Be good, tell me the answer first. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep. I haven't been sleeping well lately, often having nightmares about being dumped."