The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 79: Nathalie’s Heart Flutters in Agitation_1

Uncle Cagwin was no longer in life-threatening danger, but there wasn’t much optimism either. She still needed certain things to help Uncle Cagwin undergo bone-setting surgery, and once she found those things, he would be able to stand up like an ordinary person.

It’s just that those things were hard to come by.

Probably only the Red Alliance could help look for them.

Nathalie Quinlan’s body was so tired that she didn’t even have the strength to lift her arms; still, her mind was pondering where to find those things.

Suddenly, her body was abruptly hoisted into the air and carried in a horizonal embrace.

"Uh..."

The distinct scent of the opposite sex approached, and Nathalie Quinlan’s body almost instinctively rejected it, her first reaction being to struggle to get down.

"What are you doing, put me down."

She thought she would react as she had in the past, breaking out in startling clusters of red hives whenever a man touched her closely on her arms or neck.

But looking down, her arms were spotlessly white; where were the red hives?

None?

How could there be none?

Nathalie Quinlan’s movements were slightly delayed; her brain, overused, was somewhat crashing.

No, that’s not right. Previously, whenever a man got close, she would develop red hives on her body—Lowie Wilmar was no exception.

Oh, there were exceptions.

Nathalie Quinlan remembered Audrick Zachmann and the members of the Zachmann Family.

They could touch her without causing red hives to appear; but those were people with blood ties to her.

Why was he an exception?

This condition had troubled Nathalie Quinlan for many years; they say a doctor can’t heal himself, and after seeing several dermatologists, the doctors concluded that her condition wasn’t a skin allergy but rather a psychosomatic reaction due to psychological reasons.

So, she had been taking medication to control her emotions.

Amadeus Yancey... was the only adult with no blood relation to her, who touched her without her having a reaction.

Last time, by the bridge, she thought it was a coincidence, but if it were a coincidence, how to explain this time?

Nathalie Quinlan took a deep breath, her gaze slightly darkening.

In just a few seconds, her mind was flooded with thoughts; Amadeus Yancey didn’t notice her subtle change in expression, he securely held her waist and drew her into his embrace, firmly carrying her in a princess hold.

His lips grazed hers lightly, his voice low and magnetic, pleasing yet assertive, "Don’t move around, I’m carrying you to Edric’s place to rest for a while."

Nathalie Quinlan: ...

"His room is big, and that bed is pretty good, custom-made for him by his grandfather from Beijing. You lie down for a while."

Alfred Garland followed behind, his face red with effort, not daring to let out a peep.

Amadeus, do you remember that bed is the beloved territory of young Master Yancey, custom-made by Mr. Yancey from Beijing, a place young Master Yancey never lets anyone else sleep in.

It’s true young Master Yancey likes Ms. Quinlan, but what if young Master Yancey doesn’t wish to give up his bed... then...

He didn’t dare imagine that scene; he always felt young Master Yancey might end up being beaten to tears and thrown out by Amadeus.

By this point, Nathalie Quinlan was really too tired; she clutched his collar, and despite her stiff body, she still managed a faint murmur.

Her ear was burning hot.

Her heart was a little restless.

Between the 6th and 8th floors were only two short levels, but as Amadeus Yancey walked the stairs, holding Nathalie Quinlan, they drew much attention.

The man, noble and elegant, was dressed in black suit trousers that showed off his long, straight legs, his appearance and physique close to perfection.

The girl in his arms was no less excellent; just one side of her face seen, pure yet not dull, richly beautiful but not overly so.

The combination of a handsome man and a beautiful woman was enough to captivate people at any time.

Several young girls couldn’t help blushing as they passed by, covering their mouths and whispering softly, "Wow, a princess carry, how romantic, it’s like they’re filming a drama."

That man is so handsome.

Did they stumble upon a filming crew here? 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Alfred Garland heard it too and glanced at the person walking ahead.

Tsk, really, looking at them this way, Amadeus and Ms. Quinlan do seem quite well-matched!