Chapter 947: Nathalie: Do You Want to Be a Kept Man?

Amadeus Yancey saw the crumpled papers scattered all over the room and the clutter of items on her desk, which seemed to be all drawing tools, but he didn't ask a single question, as if he hadn't seen them, looked down, his gaze focused and brooking no interruption: "Room temperature."

"Ah." Nathalie Quinlan took the cup and already realized it wasn't the iced drink she wanted, slightly disappointed.

However, Amadeus Yancey walked past her and said, "Did you forget the stomach pain you had last time you had your period? There's one more week, and I asked the doctor; you can't have anything cold this week, so I didn't add ice."

He mentioned this very naturally, calm and composed, without any awkwardness.

Nathalie Quinlan's beautiful black eyes looked at him for a long while, speechless, her shoulders slumped in surrender, holding the cup and following his steps back, saying, "Alright. Is this sweet?"