CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: NATALIE VAUGHN KICKS ZANE THORNE OUT OF BED

Natalie Vaughn was angry with Zane Thorne right now, so naturally, she couldn’t give him any friendly looks.

Zane stood barefoot on the carpet, watching Natalie skillfully handle her wound, a bit surprised in his eyes.

No wonder she always said a minor injury was nothing to worry about; she must have endured a lot of hardship as a child.

Once Natalie finished, the man bent down and picked her up.

"What are you doing?"

Natalie had just applied the medicine, so she didn’t struggle much.

Zane didn’t speak, just carried her to the bed and naturally helped her tuck in the blanket.

"Go to sleep."

He wasn’t going to sleep on the floor, so the sofa would have to do.

Sensing his intention, Natalie couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Her sofa was a two-seater, enough for her to sleep on for a night, but Zane was much taller than her; sleeping on the sofa would be terribly cramped for him.

It wouldn’t be much better than sleeping on the floor.

Her frustration dissipated a little, and Natalie rolled around twice on the wide, soft bed, then raised an eyebrow at Zane.

"Sweet dreams."

Zane: ...

It had been a tiring day overall, and after turning off the lights, there wasn’t the imagined awkwardness or discomfort. Natalie fell asleep quickly, and after hearing her even breathing, Zane also went to sleep.

...

When Natalie woke again, it was already broad daylight.

She had slept deeply, dreamlessly brushing away the tiredness from the day before.

As usual, Natalie snuggled under the blanket and stretched lazily, rolling over a few times in the process.

But today, she unexpectedly rolled into a warm embrace.

Natalie’s eyes suddenly flew open.

She remembered that Zane had stayed over last night.

But wasn’t he supposed to sleep on the sofa?

Turning around, Natalie saw the person who should have been on the sofa now lying on her bed.

Carefully propping herself up, she looked unabashedly at the sleeping man.

He was still shirtless, and in sleep, his brows were finally relaxed. His prominent brow bone, sharp facial features, high nose bridge, and thin lips added to his intimidating presence.

Even in sleep, he exuded arrogance and dominance.

Untameable.

Natalie raised her hand to touch Zane’s eyebrows, unruly and untrimmed, yet this messiness added a wild charm to Zane’s face.

But on her bed, whether a lion, a leopard, or a dragon, none should be so presumptuous.

Seizing the chance, Natalie felt Zane’s pecs, abs, and V-line, then placed her foot on his tattooed waist.

The contrast between white and tan was striking, especially with Natalie’s red nails standing out boldly.

But she didn’t admire it for long, exerting force with her foot, mercilessly kicking Zane off the bed.

A loud thud echoed through the room.

Zane furrowed his brows and finally opened his eyes.

He saw Natalie lying on the bed, propping her head with one hand, looking at him with laughing eyes filled with mischief and the joy of a prank well-executed.

Zane closed his eyes to quell the strange sensation in his body, then opened them to look at Natalie.

His expression dark, veins bulging on his forehead, speaking through gritted teeth.

"Natalie Vaughn!"

The person on the bed wasn’t scared at all, responding sweetly.

"The sun’s shining on your butt, time to get up."

"Do you want another round?"

In thirty years, it was the first time he’d been kicked out of bed by a woman.

Utter humiliation!

Natalie leisurely sat up from the bed, pointing with her finger towards the sofa at the end of the bed.

"I remember you were supposed to sleep over there."

She hadn’t even brought up Zane’s unauthorized presence in her bed.

The man raised a hand to rub his throbbing forehead, the small space being uncomfortable for a proper sleep, and he even fell off at night.

He knew climbing into Natalie’s bed was wrong, but he never expected that after last night’s lesson, this little girl would still have such guts.

Zane didn’t get up from the floor right away, closing his eyes instead, thinking of how to make Natalie pay a little price.

Natalie’s smile faded when she saw the man lying there motionless and silent.

"Hey, could I have really paralyzed you with that kick?"

Her words were exaggerated, but her brows furrowed.

She knew she had more strength than the average woman, and she hadn’t held back with that kick, or Zane couldn’t have been kicked off the bed so easily.

That sound earlier...

Was indeed loud.

The thought made Natalie’s heart skip a beat.

She had only wanted to retaliate a bit, holding onto the dissatisfaction from Zane’s ’beastly’ behavior last night, never truly intending to hurt him.

"Zane?"

Still no response from the man.

Natalie felt uncertain, quickly climbing down from the bed to check on him. Seeing him frowning with closed eyes and a pained expression, she gently patted his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

As soon as the words left her lips, the man lying on the floor suddenly opened his eyes, and Natalie’s pupils contracted; before she could react, Zane had grabbed her waist, and in a blink, they had switched positions.

The move was swift and deft, yet even in that moment, Zane didn’t forget to shield Natalie’s head with his hand.

The pain in her back made Natalie frown.

In an instant, Natalie realized: Zane, this sly man, was faking it!

His skill was actually so formidable!

The last time they fought, he’d been all over the place!

Anger surged within Natalie. She had been naïve enough to want to check on him.

What a liar!

Natalie began to struggle. Her face puffed up like a little hamster in anger, and those eyes, always endearing, now held a harmless fury, making her appear even more adorable.

The man above her was breathing heavy and fast, with his sharp brows knit in annoyance at being disturbed from sleep.

Natalie’s little antics meant nothing to him, easily pinning her beneath him.

"You’ve got some nerve, kicking your man out of bed."

Natalie, tired and panting slightly, huffed a cold snort.

"What kind of man are you to me? We haven’t even registered yet!"

Zane narrowed his eyes, his expression somber as he felt around, not finding a ring on Natalie’s hand.

Suddenly pausing, he then curled his lips, though his eyes held no mirth.

This little girl had silver-tongued him, talking about liking the title of ’future Mrs. Thorne,’ and he’d been foolish enough to take it to heart.

Just yesterday, she’d been acting and calling him husband.

Zane’s temper flared; Natalie was too unruly, practically dancing on the mines of his patience with every word.

He had always considered her young, yielding over and over, but evidently, Natalie was someone who pushed her luck.

"You’re sure you want to argue with me now?"

As he spoke, Zane’s hand grasped the hem of the woman’s nightgown beneath him.

Privately, Natalie never wore conservative clothes; she was quite sure if Zane exerted force, he could tear it apart.

"You wouldn’t dare!"

Feigning toughness, yet Natalie’s gaze started to flicker.

Zane, with this rogue demeanor, might really strip her clothing.

Thinking this, Natalie began to struggle again.

The man above was merely wrapped in a towel, and with all this fussing, the towel easily slipped loose while Natalie kept moving.

Zane suddenly let out a muffled groan.

Natalie froze.

She seemed to have touched something she shouldn’t have.