Theodore Langdon had barely exchanged a few words with Natalie Vaughn before he was practically pierced through by Zane Thorne’s icy glances. He inwardly cursed himself for being so cowardly, yet his body instinctively feared Zane’s gaze.
"Mr. Thorne, you’re grilling again? It slls so good! I want so!"
Zane shot him a glance.
"Scram."
Natalie, hearing this, swiftly pocketed the two tickets and went over to Zane, reaching out to take the lamb leg from his hand.
Just inches away, she was about to grab it, but the man suddenly moved his hand, and the lamb leg slipped from her grasp.
Natalie looked up at Zane in confusion.
Zane saw her swallowing with desire, thought it was cute, but frowned with a stern expression.
"It’s so hot, do you not want your mouth anymore?"
She had been whispering with Theodore earlier and now was eyeing his lamb leg. Couldn’t she have a little more room in her heart for him?
Today, Natalie wasn’t feeling her best, and her mind wasn’t as sharp as usual, but that didn’t an she was slow-witted. Zane’s current deanor clearly showed he had so little emotions going on.
What little emotion could that be? Natalie’s eyes, like obsidian, swirled twice, and she figured it out.
Jealousy.
Thinking this, Natalie chuckled. How could Zane still be like this, so possessive? She had just exchanged a few words with his brother, and he was already feeling sour?
Perhaps the scene when she ca out earlier made her own heart unexpectedly soft.
What to do when Zane gets jealous? She just had to appease him. Her own husband still needed her to pamper him.
Zane watched as the girl’s eyes flickered mischievously, then she ca over, wrapped her hands around his arm, and shook it gently.
"Then blow on it for ~"
This straightforward request was Natalie’s usual style, but her voice was so soft and sweet, her manner gentle and coquettish like a little woman, acting all coy.
The man’s heart surged, his gaze deepening.
This was different from Natalie’s previous coyness; he could tell it was infused with so genuine affection.
The little heartless girl had been with him for so long, finally, she’d unknowingly been changed by him.
Seeing that Zane wasn’t responding, Natalie tightened her grip on his arm and shook it again. His sexy Adam’s apple moved several tis rapidly.
He lowered his gaze, staring at Natalie’s face, then let his eyes drop to her chest.
She was holding him so tightly, he could feel everything clearly, not to ntion he’d already experienced the wonders there last night.
He was captivated, always unable to resist, but he could only keep his composure.
Her skin was too tender, easily marked.
Natalie, completely unaware of the change in Zane’s gaze, was still acting coy.
"Blow on it for , please."
"Such a fuss."
The voice was deep and hoarse.
Natalie noticed the odd tone in his voice and looked up into his eyes blazing with dark fire.
Natalie: ...
Finally realizing sothing was off, Natalie’s chest felt astonishingly hot from his arm, and she hurriedly let go, fearful of drawing any attention with a sudden move.
Ultimately, Natalie awkwardly released Zane’s arm, forgetting about being coy or his comnts about her fussiness, her mind filled with the thought that Zane was a big pervert.
She realized last night, when Zane said in the apartnt, "You’re just right," he wasn’t kidding. Zane seed to indeed be quite satisfied with her figure, totally enamored.
She still felt sore now.
Noticing her desire to escape, the man chuckled softly, using his free hand to pull her back.
"Can’t even say a word to you, why so fussy? Sit down, I’ll blow on it for you."
Look at Zane, he’s truly wicked. Though willing to bear Natalie’s coquettishness and do things for her, he’d still always have to say sothing to retort her.
Natalie sat beside Zane, her face red, gnashing her teeth by his ear to avoid drawing others’ attention.
"You’re such a pervert."
Hearing that, Zane just raised his eyebrow and replied.
"I didn’t even lay a hand."
You were the one who offered yourself.
Zane didn’t say it, but Natalie, being so clever, naturally understood his unspoken words and shot him a glare.
Even in anger, her beauty shone through.
In a pleasant mood, Zane cut the at from the lamb leg, really blew on it a few tis, and fed it to Natalie once it wasn’t too hot.
"Why so shy? We’re married."
Even as a married couple, they couldn’t openly flirt in front of everyone.
Unbeknownst to them, their eye contact could ignite sparks, creating such a peculiar atmosphere that others felt bashful continuing to watch.
This was pure flirting!
Natalie viciously ate it, contemplating how to retort Zane, but as the delicious lamb tantalized her taste buds, she got lost in the delight of the food.
Only now did Natalie realize what great food she missed out on that day they registered, being angry with Zane.
Seeing the girl’s dark eyes light up, a smile crept into Zane’s eyes.
"Tasty?"
Natalie reached out, snatching the plate from Zane’s hands, starting to eat herself.
She found Zane fed her too slowly.
Amused, the man shook his head, cutting the at for Natalie while watching her eat.
"Slow down, no one’s going to snatch it away."
Swept away by the food, Natalie montarily disregarded Zane’s bold looks.
"It’s a pity you don’t open a restaurant with such skills."
Zane raised his brow, his features highlighted with dominant and mischievous aura.
"Isn’t it enough to just cook for you?"
Hearing this, Natalie too found it reasonable. Such delicious food cooked solely for her—wasn’t that the best? She wasn’t exactly a saint; she enjoyed receiving such special treatnt.
"Fair enough, hubby, you’re so sweet."
Zane chuckled a few tis.
Just monts ago, she called him a big pervert, now she’s sweetly calling him hubby. How fickle this girl was, easily won over by a leg of lamb, such a little foodie.
Natalie ate too hastily, unexpectedly choked by the spices, and the lamb got stuck in her throat, the spiciness sneaking into her windpipe. She coughed once, her face flushed, tears fully welling in her eyes.
Zane’s expression shifted, gently patting her back with one hand while handing her a glass of milk with the other.
The cool, smooth milk cald her, allowing her to swallow the lamb, though her face remained red, tears trickling down from the stimulus.
Zane frowned as he watched.
"I told you to slow down."
Anxious over her, his tone grew a bit stern.
Natalie couldn’t bother with all that, her only focus was coughing. Her tear-filled eyes and damp lashes made her appear ever so pitiful. After a while, she finally recovered.
Zane subtly sighed in relief and frowned at the plate of at.
"It’s my fault."
Natalie blinked, looking tremblingly at the man.
She saw his tense face as he took her plate and cut the at even smaller.
Natalie: ...
She just accidentally choked, and now Zane was treating her like a little kid?
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