That was probably when she was pressed by the window, she was too tired to speak, but Zane Thorne was still relentless.
She still rembers Zane Thorne’s eyes, dark and bright, capturing her, locking onto her, only her.
Natalie Vaughn’s pupils suddenly contracted, at that ti Zane Thorne indeed said sothing.
Zane Thorne scooped a spoonful of porridge and offered it to Natalie Vaughn, but saw her frowning slightly, not opening her mouth for a long ti.
"Does it not taste good?"
Zane Thorne rarely made breakfast; even though he was initially confident, Natalie Vaughn’s current reaction made him slightly unsure.
He tasted it, the seasoning was moderate, thick but not greasy, good enough for breakfast. But considering that Natalie Vaughn usually preferred heavier flavors, finding it bland was normal.
"Baby, you shouldn’t eat heavily flavored things in the morning."
Zane Thorne offered another spoonful, and when her lips touched the sticky porridge, Natalie Vaughn finally snapped back from her wandering thoughts.
She fixed her gaze on Zane Thorne, pushed his hand away, and leaned closer, tightly gripping Zane Thorne’s gaze, trying to recall what exactly he said last night.
At that mont, his eyes were filled with her, and only her, but compared to that ti, sothing felt missing.
What was missing?
Natalie Vaughn stared for a long ti, contemplated for a long ti, then her eyes slightly moved, understanding what exactly was missing.
Gone was the depth and weight, the possessiveness that was once there, that feeling of her being indispensable to him, perhaps hidden now.
If Zane Thorne didn’t realize that Natalie Vaughn’s thoughts were elsewhere, he wouldn’t be worthy of being called Natalie Vaughn’s husband.
The man put down the bowl, wrapped an arm around Natalie Vaughn’s waist, and gently pulled her onto his lap, while his other hand leisurely straightened her hair.
"What are you thinking about, hmm?"
Natalie Vaughn’s eyes sparkled, her lashes fluttered.
"Let think of the right words."
Zane Thorne raised an eyebrow.
"You need to choose words with ?"
Upon hearing Zane Thorne’s words, Natalie Vaughn found it reasonable and held onto the man’s neck, sat up straighter, and cleared her throat.
"Last night, when you pressed against the window, did you say sothing to ? What did you say?"
Zane Thorne:...
The man’s mouth twitched slightly, he removed Natalie Vaughn’s arms from his neck, held her hands, and gave them a squeeze.
"Why don’t you choose your words carefully after all."
Natalie Vaughn was sowhat speechless.
"You’re the one who said there’s no need to choose words, are you shy? You, Zane Thorne, shy? You’ve done it, what are you shy about? If you’re capable, don’t do it."
Listening to Natalie Vaughn’s barrage, Zane Thorne smiled gently, unable to resist picking up Natalie Vaughn’s hand and kissing it several tis.
"I’m not shy."
The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes sowhat wanton, he smiled, and added another sentence.
"What’s there to be shy about? Being able to go that long is my skill."
Natalie Vaughn:... Why is Zane Thorne inexplicably proud of this? Besides, did she say he went that long? Clearly, he was the one bringing it up.
"So, what did you actually say?"
Zane Thorne smiled, raised an eyebrow, and shook his head.
"Think about it yourself."
Natalie Vaughn:...
"Didn’t I just think about it? Isn’t it because I couldn’t think of it that I’m asking you?"
But Zane Thorne just shook his head, rembering the three words he said last night at a mont of passion, his mouth holding a faint smile.
He had long understood his own feelings, and it was only after returning from Altara that he dared to say it to Natalie Vaughn.
Gideon Sheffield was starting to let go of his grudges, beginning to accept the present, and willing to go ho to start a new life.
So, could he now also truly love soone, hold hope for happiness?
It’s just a pity this little heartless one doesn’t rember.
Thinking of this, Zane Thorne looked at Natalie Vaughn’s tightly knit brows, with a hint of ’why can’t you understand’ in his eyes, he reached out and pinched her nose.
"If you can’t think of it, don’t think about it, I won’t tell you either."
Natalie Vaughn:...
"Zane Thorne, you’re being too an."
Saying this, Natalie Vaughn started to playfully hit the man’s chest, looking fierce, but the strikes were soft, gentler than a massage.
Zane Thorne knew Natalie Vaughn was soft-hearted and couldn’t bear to hurt him, so he just held her waist, stabilizing her, letting her hit him, even saying softly.
"Baby, be careful, don’t hurt your hand."
Upon hearing this, Natalie Vaughn paused, seeing the laughter and pride in Zane Thorne’s eyes, she guessed what made him happy, raised an eyebrow, and hit the man’s chest.
This ti, she used her strength.
Zane Thorne:...
Seeing the man frown slightly, Natalie Vaughn raised her small fist.
"Does it hurt?"
It hurt.
But for Zane Thorne, this kind of pain was nothing. Seeing Natalie Vaughn’s fist turn red, the man clicked his tongue, grabbing her wrist, and looked carefully.
"To kill a thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of your own."
No, in terms of pain sensation, Natalie Vaughn should recover, it should be ’to kill eight hundred, lose a thousand of your own.’
But Natalie Vaughn raised her chin.
"Don’t think I’m scared to hit you, I don’t feel bad at all."
Look at that defiant look, that stubborn nature.
Zane Thorne sighed inwardly, but his eyes were filled with laughter.
"Yeah, you don’t feel bad, but I do."
With that, Zane Thorne carefully examined Natalie Vaughn’s hand, including the three fingers that were caught in the door yesterday.
So of the swelling had subsided, but it still looked sowhat alarming.
"Let’s have it checked at the hospital."
Natalie Vaughn:...
"It’s nothing serious, just put so dicine on it."
"What if there’s damage to the bone?"
Natalie Vaughn rolled her eyes.
"Please, if it hurt the bone, I’d be in too much pain to laugh like this."
"Get it checked, I’m worried."
"No, it’s too much trouble."
"Then let’s call the family doctor over."
As he said this, Zane Thorne had already grabbed his phone and made a call; Natalie Vaughn opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything in the end.
Fine, having a check at ho wouldn’t take much ti anyway.
So, what exactly did Zane Thorne say last night at that mont?
After all that roundabout, Natalie Vaughn was still stuck on this question.
She was really curious, and she really liked that version of Zane Thorne who seed like he belonged to her completely, who felt even submissive.
Even though she liked Zane Thorne being kingly, high and mighty, able to control everything with ease. But thinking about such a Zane Thorne bowing his head to her, kneeling to her, approaching her, gently coaxing her, serving her, holding her in the palm of his hand.
That feeling was indescribable, but made her heart race. Having Zane Thorne felt like owning the whole world.
So, what did he say at that ti?
Natalie Vaughn furrowed her brows and lowered her eyes, she had to find the answer.
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