Natalie Vaughn couldn’t stand Zane Thorne’s smug satisfaction. If she hadn’t been utterly drained, she would’ve definitely kicked the dog of a man hard.
"Did you lack won in your past life?"
That’s why at the first taste, you’re as fierce as a wolf.
Zane Thorne chuckled softly, carrying Natalie Vaughn into the bathroom.
"You should be the one to answer that."
Natalie Vaughn furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what Zane Thorne ant.
"Why ask ?"
The man bent down to place Natalie into the bathtub, even adding essential oils and fresh petals.
"In our past lives, were you always teasing , never letting taste this ecstasy?"
Natalie Vaughn: ...
Zane Thorne’s mouth wasn’t always this smooth; how co he’s saying such sweet words now? Bringing up past and present lives, although cliché, it indeed sounds delightful.
Natalie Vaughn rested her head against the massage spot and waved her hand.
"You should leave."
Zane Thorne, seeing how Natalie Vaughn straightforwardly considered him a servant, narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I still haven’t bathed."
Natalie Vaughn’s eyes, which were about to close, snapped open, glaring at Zane Thorne.
"Go wash next door."
The man rely snorted and laughed.
"I’m not negotiating."
Then he directly stepped into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere, the bubbles so fragile they burst at the slightest touch. The body, once well concealed, was now plain to see.
Zane Thorne’s gaze beca a shade darker, and he chuckled, the scene nearly identical to before.
Natalie Vaughn instinctively folded her arms across her chest. With Zane Thorne joining, the originally spacious bathtub felt a bit cramped. It’s not that the bathtub wasn’t big enough, but Zane insisted on sticking close to Natalie.
"Move over."
Natalie kicked out with her leg.
Zane had already been on guard, grasping her ankle and looking closely at Natalie’s bright red nails, his brow slightly moving.
This girl seed quite fond of this nail polish color.
His fingers, quite familiar, rubbed against the slender ankle a few tis.
"Didn’t learn your lesson? When did you ever succeed in sneaking up on ?"
Natalie’s expression turned cold.
"Let go of ."
Zane, seeing that Natalie barely had the strength to struggle, stopped teasing and released her ankle.
Natalie was initially a little uneasy, but seeing Zane appearing so at ease, she too relaxed. After all, he had seen and touched everything, what’s so big about sharing a bath?
She was utterly exhausted; the warm water did indeed alleviate a lot of her soreness. Just as she closed her eyes, intending to rest, she heard water sloshing.
Zane, who had been sitting across, had moved closer.
"What are you doing?"
"If you’re tired, don’t talk."
The man extended his hand, letting Natalie lean against his chest.
The cold, hard bathtub couldn’t compare to the warmth and perfect firmness of a man’s chest. Natalie gradually drifted off, leaning against Zane.
The bathtubs in the presidential suites of high-end hotels are the best, with constant water temperature, and if desired, sleeping there all night is not impossible.
But Zane couldn’t let Natalie sleep forever; it’s almost past noon, and without eating sothing, her body wouldn’t hold up.
Natalie was all about taking it easy, allowing Zane to carry her back to bed, letting him help her into a bathrobe. As for food, Zane even fed her directly.
"You take advantage of your birthday to boss around relentlessly."
Natalie accepted Zane’s kindness without hesitation.
"If it weren’t for my lack of strength, would I need you?"
When did Zane ever serve soone like this? Yet Natalie still had the nerve to be begrudging.
"You’re taking advantage and playing coy."
Hearing Zane’s words, Natalie acted even more proud, ignoring the food Zane offered.
"Fine, then I won’t eat."
Zane: ...
Won are impossible to please, especially his own.
Zane pretended to withdraw the spoon.
"Not really eating?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Natalie glared at him.
Zane muffled a laugh, quickly offering the spoon again.
"Co on, have a bit more."
Natalie still didn’t open her mouth, knowing that Zane’s little tease had only riled up her temper more.
"Sweetheart?"
"Nina?"
"Baby?"
"Co on, have just a bit more."
Zane was no expert at comforting people; all his techniques were self-taught and practiced on Natalie. He didn’t quite know which word moved Natalie, but after softly uttering these endearnts, Natalie obediently opened her mouth.
The man, sly as ever, unaware of which specific endearnt pleased Natalie, called them out one by one.
"Sweetheart."
Natalie’s brows relaxed.
"Nina."
Natalie’s mouth curled into a smile.
"Baby."
The smile on Natalie’s face couldn’t be suppressed.
"Darling."
Even Natalie’s ears turned red, shyly glaring at the man.
"What are you doing?"
But the glare lacked any intimidation, with her eyes like silk, rippling with emotion.
Zane chuckled lowly; his mood was so pleasant, even his silhouette seed gentler in the sunshine.
"Seems like you really like these two endearnts."
Natalie: ...
"Baby or darling, which do you like more?"
Natalie: ...
Zane raised an eyebrow, pondering for a few seconds before nodding as if he understood sothing.
"Since you like both, I’ll switch between them. Baby, is that okay?"
Natalie: ...
"Zane, did you take the wrong dication?"
How did he change so much overnight? Not only is he no longer a typical guy, but he’s learned so many novel things — annoyingly sweet.
But undeniably delightful.
Though Zane found this new side of himself a bit unfamiliar, he was unconcerned.
"You don’t like it?"
Natalie remained silent. How could she not like it? Having a man like Zane gently call her baby, call her darling, was unbelievably satisfying.
But sohow, Natalie felt that if she gave an affirmative answer, Zane would definitely beco smug.
Seeing her quiet, Zane predictably raised an eyebrow, clicking his tongue.
"If you don’t like it, I won’t say it anymore."
Natalie: ...
Zane is just bad, refusing to use the endearnts without a confird answer.
"Indeed, n are unreliable, coaxing for such a short ti and already losing patience?"
Zane: ????????
Natalie was the master of arguing and distorting facts.
With a helpless shake of his head, Zane conceded.
"Alright, today you’re the boss, I won’t argue with you."
Natalie haughtily lifted her chin. The sun was just right, casting on her beautifully contoured neck. Initially, a flawless expanse, now adorned with exquisite roses.
Crimson petals, golden halo, stunning beyond belief. These were Zane’s handiwork on Natalie’s body.
What could Zane possibly fuss about?
The little girl was bullied badly by him yesterday; now she appeared fragile and delicate, too precious to touch or look away from.
So, he’d indulge her whims.
Effortlessly, he leaned down, planting a kiss just above Natalie’s eyelid.
"Baby, you’re so beautiful."
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