To prevent further harassnt, she found Emilia Sullivan’s phone number in her phone book that she hadn’t blocked yet and dragged it into the blacklist as well.
Having done this.
She took a sip of iced water and glanced at the ti on her wristwatch.
Lowie Wilmar’s airplane was almost there.
Just at that mont.
Her phone buzzed and vibrated.
She looked down.
A new ssage had arrived.
[Edric Yancey: Sister, will you co to the hospital at noon?]
Nathalie Quinlan toyed with a tiny gun-shaped lighter in her hand, and seeing his ssage, her eyes ward and she quickly replied.
[NQ: Not today, eat your als well by yourself, and listen to your uncle’s words.]
[Edric Yancey: What about in the evening?]
The ssage was sent back so quickly from the other side of the phone that she could tell he was holding his phone, sending ssages to himself.
Nathalie Quinlan thought for a mont; she had a dinner appointnt in the evening and probably wouldn’t make it back either, so her pale fingers tapped on the phone screen.
[NQ: I have a dinner with a friend tonight. You and uncle eat together, I will co to see you tomorrow.]
The little guy had beco increasingly clingy to her lately, practically turning into her little shadow.
He insisted on knowing exactly where she was every day.
He almost wished to share every al with her.
Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t experienced the feeling of being looked after before, but since knowing him, it felt like she had gained another father.
Before she could put her phone down, another ssage from Edric Yancey ca through.
[Edric Yancey: It’s not safe for sister to be out alone at night, where are you dining? Uncle and I can co pick you up later, okay? ┭┮﹏┭┮]
The little guy seed afraid she would refuse, so he added a pitifully cute emoticon to persuade her.
Nathalie Quinlan’s mouth twitched slightly.
Looking up at the flow of people in the airport, she really didn’t want Amadeus Yancey to co pick her up.
But...
Her finger didn’t listen to her, submitting to the little guy’s cute emoticon.
[NQ: A location has been sent your way.]
She sent the location of where she would have dinner to the little guy, pressing the button to turn off the screen, which darkened.
As soon as she put the phone down, she caught a glimpse of a flamboyant figure entering the café from the corner of her eye.
Lowie Wilmar was not bad-looking. His face wasn’t much worse than Amadeus Yancey’s, if at all, but their fashion tastes were worlds apart!
Amadeus Yancey preferred simple styles, mostly wearing black, white, and gray colors with business-casual designs.
Whereas Lowie Wilmar...
Nathalie Quinlan crossed her arms, watching the man walk in with his multicolored hair and flashy earring, adorned with a big gold chain and dressed in a biker jacket that didn’t quite look like one, with pants sagging low.
His style of dressing would’ve made anybody else look dated as the Pacific Ocean.
But he was capricious because he could pull it off.
With his height of over six feet and a body like a model, he sohow managed to make his disastrous outfit work, creating a style entirely his own.
Arrogant and showy!
And he surprisingly attracted quite a few young girls’ attention as he approached.
Nathalie Quinlan watched as he walked up to her, electrifying the air like lightning, and sat down in front of her. She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and asked with a bandit’s air, "Can’t you switch up your style?"
All day long, wearing the most obnoxious clothes with the handsost face, didn’t he find it wasteful?
"Give a Blue Mountain, no sugar."
Lowie Wilmar, smiling, finished ordering his coffee from the waitress, his dazzling smile making the waitress blush and scamper away with the nu.
Then he slouched in his seat like a lord, blinked his peach blossom eyes, and flirted with her, "Where’s the waste, I dressed up specially for you."
"How could I pick up an 18-year-old girl if I didn’t dress younger?!"
He even purposely brought his handso face closer, showing off his earring, "Nathalie, check out my new earring. Do you like it?"
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