Long ago, when she first t Zane Thorne, Natalie Vaughn noticed sothing. Whenever the weather was bad or Zane felt the urge to smoke, he would always pinch his left wrist.
But she had quietly observed countless tis while touching Zane’s hand, and had not discovered any scars on his left wrist.
A person’s habit must have a reason for its formation, especially such a subtle physical habit.
Natalie did not ponder anymore, nor did she guess, but instead asked directly.
"What’s the matter with your wrist?"
Zane paused for a mont, then reacted, reaching out to pinch Natalie’s cheek.
"What could be wrong with my wrist?"
He even openly exposed his wrist for Natalie to examine more closely.
Natalie didn’t even glance at it, she stared straight at Zane with calm and resolute black eyes, her hand still tightly grasping Zane’s wrist, as if determined to get an answer.
The smile at the corner of Zane’s mouth restrained a bit, he knew Natalie had always been wise and observant, and always had a sense of propriety in certain matters.
He wasn’t unaware that every ti Natalie played with his hand, she would always stare at his wrist in a trance. He had been waiting for when Natalie would ask, and now she finally did.
"Do you know why I retired?"
Natalie’s gaze flickered, her black lashes trembled slightly, completely unexpected that Zane would take the initiative to ntion this matter. Sothing she had been curious about since they first t, sothing she never dared to ask because she knew how much Zane loved racing, now Zane unexpectedly brought it up.
Her heart was pounding chaotically, for so reason, Natalie felt sowhat flustered.
Instinct told her that she wouldn’t bear to hear what Zane would say next.
But today Zane seed determined, the corner of his mouth subtly curved, he raised his left hand, his deep eyes full of coldness.
"My left hand was once injured, a comminuted fracture, even with dedicated treatnt, it couldn’t reach the best state again."
Upon hearing the words "comminuted fracture," Natalie held her breath.
Zane, soone who loved racing so much, must have suffered greatly when his hand was injured so severely.
"Natalie, I no longer have any way to continue."
In his youth, he was always the pinnacle king of the racing world, but with his hand injured, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t return to the past, he couldn’t reach his peak monts, even if he could still defeat others, what difference would it make?
Natalie understood Zane’s thoughts.
Soone so proud, how could he allow himself not to be able to reach his forr peak state, how could he allow himself not to be able to even surpass his past self?
But she knew, it was not just for this reason. What kind of person is Zane? She knew. He wouldn’t abandon sothing he loved with all his life just because of a hand injury, even if it tornted and troubled him, he would find every possible way to constantly overco the obstacle caused by his hand injury.
Natalie, so clever, able to think to this extent, naturally wouldn’t continue to inquire beyond what Zane had said, she would definitely ask clearly once and for all.
She was also happy inside, happy that at least Zane was willing to start talking to her about retirent.
So, Natalie held Zane’s left hand, gently dropping delicate kisses on his wrist, feeling sorrowful.
"It must have hurt a lot, didn’t it?"
Zane’s eyes were deep, recalling the scene from a few years ago.
He exchanged a life of Gideon Sheffield with one hand, not knowing if it counted as atonent.
"It doesn’t hurt anymore."
Zane’s voice was deep and hoarse, he reached out to wrap Natalie in his arms, burying his head in her shoulder, inhaling her scent.
How could he not know that Natalie was comforting him in her way? She secretly investigated Gideon Sheffield’s matter, yet she never brought it up or asked about it in front of him.
People in the circle said that the daughter of the Thorne Family was pampered from a young age, gentle and soft. But close friends knew that Natalie’s gentleness was fake, her arrogance was real, she would strive for whatever she wanted, only caring about her own feelings.
But only Zane knew, although Natalie was arrogant and proud, she was also gentle and soft, yet the real Natalie was that she could sensitively perceive others’ thoughts and feelings, and be considerate.
The young girl was kind-hearted, just like when he saw her in the alley several years ago, like a sunflower with sunshine and vitality.
Natalie didn’t believe what Zane said, how could it not hurt? A comminuted fracture, even after healing would leave after-effects. Now she finally understood why Zane’s action of pinching his left wrist was so frequent on a rainy night.
The cold and wet weather must be very painful.
Thinking about it made Natalie feel even more heartache, she kissed Zane’s wrist, then blew on it a few tis, as if she were treating a child.
Zane’s heart ward, he locked Natalie’s slender waist, lifted her delicate chin, and bit her lip.
"Instead of kissing wrists, kissing lips has a faster effect."
Such a bold and indulgent tone drew a glare from Natalie.
The man’s forehead rested against Natalie’s, nose tip eting, laughing softly.
...
The next morning, Natalie was hugged by Zane to the film set. They played late at the villa last night, so they simply stayed overnight there.
At five in the morning, Zoe Chandler knocked on the door. Zane quickly tidied himself up, holding the still sleeping Natalie, she couldn’t wake the whole way. Zane never shied away from these things, simply holding Natalie like this and taking her to the film set.
It wasn’t until she was placed on the sofa that Natalie barely woke up.
The team from the costu and makeup departnt had been waiting for a while, seeing a man blatantly carrying Natalie in, curious enough to want to take a few more glances, but intimidated by his aura, they dared not look more.
Zane gently patted Natalie’s face.
"Little lazy pig, it’s ti to wake up."
This gentle voice drew attention from everyone in the room, who then subtly raised their heads to look at Zane again.
This man had a prominent brow bone, sharp eyes, an outstandingly arrogant deanor making people blush and their hearts racing, this mont actually speaking so softly?
Even calling her little lazy pig...
Surely even the most stubborn n can’t resist a beautiful woman. No matter how arrogant a man may be, in front of his wife, he still needs to speak softly?
For a mont, everyone in the room admired Natalie, admiring her ability to captivate such a man.
Natalie only lazily yawned, her eyes still clouded with sleep and the physiological tears induced by being woken up by Zane.
She reached out a hand toward Zane.
"Carry to the mirror."
Zane complied and carried her to the mirror.
Natalie patted her face, Sumr Churchill, who had beco adept at taking care of Natalie, had already fetched hot water and wrung a towel, handing it to her.
Once her face was washed clean, Natalie was completely awake, she nodded slightly to the costu and makeup team, and began to apply makeup.
As for Zane, he just sat on the sofa watching.
Natalie originally thought such trivial matters would surely be boring for Zane, but locking eyes with him through the mirror, she saw interest in his gaze.
While puzzling over this, the makeup artist’s hand suddenly trembled, Natalie raised her gaze to see the makeup artist’s face already flushed, eyes evasive.
Natalie slightly furrowed her elegant brows, unintentionally raising her eyes, she saw herself in the mirror.
On her slender, fair neck, the kiss marks were evident.
Natalie: !!!!!!!!!!
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