She stepped out of the gates of No. 1 Middle School.
Stanley Zachmann made a grand gesture and called for seven or eight cars.
Nathalie Quinlan was just following a group of people out.
Across the street, a crisp and sweet voice called out, "Sister!"
When Nathalie Quinlan looked up, she saw Edric Yancey, like a little kitten, darting out of the car. He was wearing an adorable little dress shirt today, with a large cat print on it, a small tie at the collar, and seriously pinning the cat-shaped brooch she had bought him to the pocket area.
His run towards her was a bit limp, but this minor defect was completely covered by the joyful elation on his face.
Because he was so beautiful!
Even with the Fisher Family’s genes, he perfectly inherited the Yancey Family’s looks, resembling his uncle, with facial features so flawless that people found him enchantingly attractive from a young age.
"Nathalie, who is that?"
After the initial scare, Justin Wafford was suspicious of everyone, he almost thought that the child running over was Nathalie’s son.
The child looked almost 5 years old.
Nathalie was only 18.
If Nathalie had a son that big, she’d have to have been pregnant at 13, which was unrealistic.
Seeing the little one, Nathalie’s eyes softened, a good deal milder than when she was confronting the Quinlan Family just before, and her gaze never left the little one running towards her, "A friend’s nephew."
"Oh," Justin Wafford wanted to ask which friend when out of the corner of his eye he saw the man coming up behind the little boy and suddenly found himself speechless.
He thought he was handso, ranking among the school’s heartthrobs, if not on top, at least the top of his senior class.
Zayn Fisher was just a bit better than him academically.
In terms of looks, he thought he was no less.
But now, the man walking towards them had a unique presence with a charm and physique that made him lose the courage to claim he was not outdone.
Who is this man?
He was astonished.
He then saw the child already hugging Nathalie Quinlan’s leg, his cheeks red and rosy like little apples, extrely cute.
"Sister, are you done with class?"
"Yeah, how did you co here?" Nathalie Quinlan caressed the top of his head, hmm, his hair was so soft.
Edric Yancey shyly lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "Uncle brought . I wanted to pick up my sister from school."
He missed his sister so much.
So much so that he couldn’t eat.
Originally, he wanted to go to the school with his uncle to attend the parent-teacher conference for his sister, but his uncle disagreed.
Feeling indignant, Edric Yancey glanced back at the man who had co with him, then turned to see Nathalie Quinlan and his anger dissipated.
"By the way, sister."
He suddenly rembered sothing.
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a candy, opened his palm, and tenderly offered it to Nathalie Quinlan, his watery eyes shyly saying, "This is an orange candy, not a white orange candy, but it’s transparent, very sweet."
She thought he liked orange candy? Nathalie Quinlan was taken aback for a mont, actually she made all the little candy balls orange flavored not because she liked oranges, but because among all fruits it was the only one she found decent, however, the corners of her mouth could not help but turn up, not noticing how good her own mood was, she bent down to take the candy from the little guy’s hand, patting his head, "Is this for ?"
"Mmhmm."
"Thanks."
In front of him, Nathalie Quinlan unwrapped the candy and tossed it into her mouth, smacking her lips, "Hmm, it’s sweet."
And indeed, it was quite sweet.
Amadeus Yancey had also co over, his eyes deep as he held a cup of milk tea for her, his voice charming, "Edric insisted on buying you this milk tea, it’s also orange flavor. Want so?"
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