The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 112: Not Another Purchase for Amadeus (With Bonus for Votes)_1

Your expression doesn’t look anything like ’almost’, the joy in your brows is about to spill out.

"How is it ’almost’? Alfred and I both have black bracelets, and yours is the only silver one, the colors aren’t even the same!"

Why should that be!

Amadeus Yancey’s lips couldn’t help but turn upwards as he touched his bracelet, his mood very pleasant, "Maybe she thinks you look good in black."

Ha ha, very funny!

"I look good in silver too."

"Really?" Amadeus’s gaze hadn’t moved from his bracelet, and he answered distractedly.

Audrick Zachmann felt a sour taste in his heart, and couldn’t help but feel envious as he stared at that bracelet, non-defeated, he said, "Amadeus, how about we swap? I think black suits you better. It’s so nice, understated and profound, while silver suits me better, young."

Amadeus raised his eyes, a sharp look flashed in his narrowed eyes like a knife.

He silently touched his nose, sheepishly raising his hand, "Forget I mentioned it, you wear it, you wear it, silver suits you. It’s youthful too."

Sheesh, he must have been out of his mind, trying to take a tooth from a tiger’s mouth.

But he really wanted that ’tooth’.

Unable to win against Amadeus, Audrick changed tactics, turning his head to Nathalie Quinlan with a wistful voice, "Nathalie, why is only Amadeus’s bracelet silver, while Alfred and I have the same style?"

He is after all the blood-related older brother, how long has Alfred known Nathalie to be on the same level as him!

Alfred Garland was hit by a stray bullet, lying down. Yet, having received a gift, he cheerfully stood aside without retorting a word despite being dissed by Audrick.

Nathalie Quinlan, who was checking her shopping haul for the day, replied without thinking, "Because his hands are fair, and a silver bracelet looks good on him."

Who doesn’t like beautiful people and things, she likes them too.

A feast for the eyes, a treat for the vision.

Audrick: ...

So, are his hands black?

"Found it." Nathalie finally dug out a black paper bag from the pile of shopping bags.

Audrick craned his neck to see another bag that hadn’t been opened, walked over, picked it up and asked Nathalie, "Nathalie, this brand seems to be for men’s clothes?"

Men’s clothes, surely they’re for him!

Audrick immediately felt balanced in his heart, and asked with a smile, "For me?"

But Nathalie took the bag from his hand, "No."

Audrick paused, then quickly followed, "If it’s not for me, who is it for?"

It’s not for Amadeus again, is it!

Sure enough, he watched as the girl whose skin was so fair it reflected light walked over to Amadeus with the paper bag, handed it over, and said, "I saw this while shopping and thought it really suited you, so I bought it. Take a look and see if you like it, if not, never mind."

She had just casually bought it because it looked good, always feeling that if these clothes weren’t worn by him, the designer’s effort would be wasted.

Only he could pull off this style of clothing and bring out the original vision of the designer.

Amadeus looked down at the fair wrist extending in front of him, a little surprised, but also delighted, his eyes deep and intense, as he lightly pursed his thin lips, his voice hoarse yet enticing, "For me?"

Nathalie hummed a ’yes’, saying naturally, "I bought it casually, you better take a look first, you might not like it."

Girls have a different eye for clothes than men do—men seek texture in clothing, while girls prefer the overall design of the clothes.

What she likes, Amadeus might not.

Who knows.

He accepted it and without even looking said, "I like it."

His voice was so tender it was almost dripping with warmth!