Chapter 1003: Nathalie: Aren't You Going to Ask Me?

Nathalie Quinlan came downstairs from her room, and as soon as she reached the stairs, she felt two lines of sight landing squarely on her.

"..." She felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze, raised her hand, intending to pull down the brim of a hat before remembering that she hadn't worn one since she had just taken a bath.

She made a futile gesture and reluctantly lowered her hand, enduring the intense scrutiny as if she hadn't noticed, and walked into the living room. She opened the fridge, took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, lowered her gaze, and took a casual sip.

Seeing the other two remaining silent.

She slowly screwed the cap back on, walked over to the bar, pulled out a chair and sat down. With her pale hands propping up her chin, she turned her beautiful eyes to them.

Is this a staring contest now?