The first argunt between the couple ended with a fierce kiss from Natalie Vaughn. Zane Thorne had missed her dearly and was about to pull her in for a proper kiss, but she pushed him away.
The owner ca over to bring Zane his utensils, and seeing their intimate deanor, she teased familiarly.
"Young lady, is he your boyfriend? He’s quite handso."
Zane was interrupted, his tongue pressing against his cheek, feeling a bit dry-mouthed, and he downed a whole glass of water to suppress it. Hearing her words, he nodded slightly at the owner and then smiled at the young lady beside him.
Natalie’s face turned slightly red.
"Auntie, he’s my husband."
The owner was a little surprised.
"You’re married, huh? That’s good, really good. The more I see you, the more you look like a perfect match. This young lady is very sweet, and your husband is quite handso and cool."
It was the first ti Natalie heard soone say she and Zane were well-matched. Whether before their blind date or after their marriage, she usually heard they were suitable.
"Auntie, do you have anything light? Please give so to my husband. He just got out of the hospital and can’t handle this food."
"Sure, sure! I also have my specialty fried rice. How about it?"
Natalie looked at Zane, and he bead. From a young age, he had been wandering around various alleyways, most familiar with street food and snacks, very down-to-earth.
"Auntie, I have a big appetite, please fry plenty for ."
"Alright! Just wait, it’ll be ready in ten minutes."
The small night market stall was bustling, even at two or three in the morning, because of Natalie and Zane’s presence.
Their looks and aura were too outstanding, yet they were unpretentious, blending in with the lively night market. People always enjoy admiring beautiful things.
After seeing them a few tis, soone noticed that Natalie seed familiar. A bold young girl ca forward.
"Hi, sorry to ask, but are you Kristin?"
Kristin was Natalie’s English na, also the na of her account.
Natalie first glanced at Zane, then nodded to the girl, putting a finger to her lips.
"Shh."
The girl first opened her mouth in shock, her eyes montarily bright as if filled with stars. She covered her mouth with one hand, excited but trying to keep her voice down.
"Can I take a photo with you?"
"Sure."
The girl didn’t dare bring her friends over. She first took a selfie with Natalie and then wanted a full-body photo. So, Natalie took her phone and handed it to Zane.
Zane: ??????
Natalie smiled, her eyes curved.
"Make sure to take a good one of us."
Zane’s expression shifted slightly, and as soon as they stood together, posing with a peace sign, he rapidly clicked the shutter several tis.
Natalie was about to say sothing, but the girl noticed the slight annoyance in his eyes and quickly thanked them.
"That’s enough, thank you Kristin. Are you here filming? Good luck! Looking forward to your work."
Before leaving, the girl couldn’t help but ask.
"Is he your brother-in-law?"
Hearing this title, Natalie was a bit surprised. Surprised by how good it sounded. Surprised by how much she liked it.
"Yes."
"Brother-in-law is very handso. Wishing you a sweet and everlasting relationship!"
Once the girl left, Natalie stepped forward and pinched Zane’s arm.
"Why were you so fierce? You scared her away."
Zane felt innocent, thinking, "When was I fierce?" But since Natalie said so, he thought it fine to let her have her say. He certainly didn’t want anyone coming up and interrupting.
"She was wishing us well."
"Us?"
Natalie cocked her chin arrogantly, much like a kitten raising its tail in pride, very proud of having a fan.
"Yes, she called you brother-in-law."
Zane straightened his back, supporting his chin with his palm, his smile full as he asked.
"Should I call her back over, and take more pictures for you two?"
Natalie rolled her eyes.
The sweet and teasing atmosphere between the young couple was just too sweet. Even being fed such public displays of affection, people couldn’t help but want to keep watching.
The girl who had just returned to her seat couldn’t help but take a picture of the two from afar, and then, satisfied, she went to look at the photos in her album, only to find that the pictures Zane had just taken of her and Natalie were all focused on Natalie, her face was mostly blurred.
Luckily Zane wasn’t too cruel; he still included her vaguely in the fra.
The girl wasn’t upset at all. On the contrary, she felt a heartwarming feeling. Brother-in-law treats sister so well; in brother-in-law’s eyes, there’s only sister. Wuwuwu! They really are a perfect match!
...
They finished eating by three o’clock, and even the night market was slowly quieting down. The hotel wasn’t far, so they strolled back hand in hand.
With Zane accompanying her, Natalie felt full and satisfied, swinging Zane’s hand casually as they walked, like a young couple strolling down the road, occasionally saying a few words to each other.
It was quite pleasant.
But halfway through their walk, Natalie still hadn’t heard Zane say "happy birthday." This left her puzzled. Clearly, he had rushed over all night just to catch her birthday, and earlier at the stall, he saw the birthday noodles brought out by the owner.
"Don’t you have anything you want to say to ?"
Natalie stopped, pulling Zane to a standstill under the streetlamp. On a deep winter night, the light alone made the scene romantic enough, and there was tenderness and indulgence in Zane’s eyes as he looked at her.
The man looked down at Natalie’s bright eyes, knowing what she wanted, yet refused to give her the answer.
He played dumb.
"Say what?"
Natalie’s brows furrowed.
"Nothing?"
The man thought for a mont, then shook his head.
"No."
Natalie: ...
"Oh!"
Natalie, thoroughly dissatisfied, let go of his hand and started striding towards the hotel. The pace she had taken slow earlier was now brisk and fast. Just one "happy birthday"? Who even cares?
Zane was left behind, watching her back as she walked away, his eyes shifted slightly, and a small smile touched his lips. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he leisurely followed her from behind.
After walking for about two minutes and still not hearing him catch up, Natalie stopped in her tracks, suddenly turning to see Zane leisurely strolling behind, and angrily shouted.
"Why are you walking like an old man!"
The deep night was too quiet; even from a distance, Zane could hear Natalie’s dissatisfaction clearly. His eyes filled with more amusent, the man finally quickened his pace and crouched down in front of Natalie.
"What are you doing?"
Zane turned to look at Natalie.
"Didn’t you say I’m like an old man? Hop on, let show you an old man’s strength and speed."
Natalie: ...
"Are you nuts?"
But after she said that, Natalie’s body was very honest, leaning over onto Zane’s broad back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Perhaps she was nuts too, finding even this simple action sweet.
Feeling mischievous, Natalie acted like she was riding a horse, waving her hand to slap the man.
"Giddy up!"
Zane didn’t stop her, only suddenly using strength to lift her up by the knees, tossing her upwards.
"Ah!"
The weightlessness made Natalie’s expression change, her hands obediently hugging his neck tightly.
Zane couldn’t help but laugh at his triumph.
Natalie was both embarrassed and angry.
"Zane, aren’t you childish?"
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