But at this mont, the little young master’s smile never faded, pure and bright—where was there any sign of the mischievous Little Demon King?
He was just a normal five-year-old child!
Ironically.
Alfred Garland almost teared up as he followed behind them.
He didn’t understand why the little young master liked Ms. Quinlan so much, but to be honest, since both Amadeus and the little young master liked Ms. Quinlan, he couldn’t help starting to like her too.
...
Nathalie Quinlan made up her mind to repay the favor properly.
So, once they arrived at their destination, she took both the young and the old straight to their target.
The n’s clothing store where she had shopped last ti was near Seven.
As soon as Nathalie Quinlan walked in, the shop assistant recognized her: "Hey, aren’t you the pretty girl who bought clothes here last ti?"
She stood on tiptoe to get a better look and saw a big one and a small one beside Nathalie Quinlan; her eyes suddenly lit up.
"What a well-behaved little friend."
The child in front of her was carved out of cream and jade, that was one thing.
But the man was key.
With his distinguished bearing, standing there made him a sight to behold.
Handso was an understatent.
She looked him up and down nurous tis and noticed he was wearing their store’s clothes—the shirt designed by an independent designer.
He wore it conservatively, the top button done right up to the top, exposing a stretch of pure white nape. His jawline was rugged and smooth, his nose prominent, his lips thin.
The most eye-catching were his eyes, as vast and clear as the ocean, with glimrs of deep light within the darkness.
She noticed that his gaze was constantly on the girl with the powerful aura.
It didn’t even shift once.
The intense focus hidden in his bloodthirsty eyes could drown a person!
The salesperson really wanted to complint the man but lacked the courage to speak up, always feeling that even if she did, he might not even bother to glance at her.
"Hmm, do you have any new styles today?" Nathalie Quinlan’s voice was husky. She was used to people staring at soone whenever she went out.
The salesperson eagerly ushered them inside: "Yes, yes, yes!"
She held the little one’s hand and walked into the store.
Amadeus Yancey walked on their right, hands in his pockets, taking his ti, just his presence alone was enough to display his noble aura without a word.
"Are you buying for your boyfriend again this ti?" The salesperson glanced at the man inside the store with the powerful aura and asked in a low voice.
Actually, when she saw them bringing a child in, they seed more like husband and wife.
But then she looked at Nathalie Quinlan’s face, so tender it looked like water would drip out, and she felt it was unlikely she could have such a grown child.
She enviously said to Nathalie Quinlan, "Your boyfriend is so handso, even better looking than our brand ambassador. You’re so lucky."
Nathalie Quinlan: ...
She silently glanced at the large standee of Audrick Zachmann in the store, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
She hadn’t noticed before that Audrick Zachmann was actually the spokesperson for this n’s clothing brand.
"By the way, what does your boyfriend do? With that height, is he a model?" The salesperson was thinking of recruiting him as an offline model for their brand.
"He’s got a job. He’s not a model." Nathalie Quinlan looked at the man who had not denied it from start to finish, lowered the brim of her hat, revealing a part of her sharp chin, "Besides, he’s not my boyfriend."
"Huh?" The salesperson dubiously glanced at the man closely following her, then at the shirt he was wearing, which had only been sold from their store not long ago.
He’s not the boyfriend?
Her gaze unconsciously fell on the little tyke.
So, was he really the husband?
Amadeus Yancey saw her sneaking glances at him and touched Edric Yancey’s head, smoothly changing the subject without leaving a trace.
"Are you planning to buy clothes for ?"
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