CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 86: THE LOVE POTION YOU MADE FOR ME

All the way, Zane Thorne was driving like he was in a race, about half his competitive mode on the track.

He couldn’t wait to get home and see his little girl when she offered her achievements to him.

Yes, a proud little girl doing something so proactive must think she’s quite amazing. Her beautiful almond eyes must be bright, carrying a hint of pride, and hopefully a bit of shyness too.

With that thought, the man stepped harder on the gas pedal.

This speed was well over the road limit.

Just to see the little girl who infuriated yet delighted him so much.

Bringing a gust of cold wind with him, Zane Thorne rang the doorbell.

Inside, Natalie Vaughn was eating snacks and teasing Summer Churchill, watching Zoe Chandler busily working. Upon hearing the doorbell, as if sensing something, she immediately threw down the snacks in her hand, wiped her mouth messily with a tissue, and ran to the door even without wearing shoes.

Summer Churchill, whose face was flushed from laughter: ...

Zoe Chandler, who was exceedingly busy: ??????

Both looked simultaneously at Natalie Vaughn, only to see the young lady who had been acting all free and easy now standing at the door, taking deep breaths with a nervous expression.

When the doorbell rang again, they watched as Natalie Vaughn rubbed her facial muscles and then put on an extremely well-behaved smile, standing upright at the door before opening it.

Zoe Chandler: ??????

Summer Churchill: ???!!!

Before they could see who was at the door, Natalie Vaughn’s sweet voice rang out.

"Honey! You’re back!"

Was this the same Natalie Vaughn who was just angrily cursing "jerk" while poking at her phone on the couch?

Zoe Chandler and Summer Churchill exchanged a glance, then moved in perfect sync to one side of the living room, putting down what they were doing, looking very excitedly at the door.

Too curious.

The person who President Langdon calls brother, who Natalie Vaughn calls a jerk but now sweetly calls her husband, what would he be like?

The light was dim, so they couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, only that he was tall and large. Even though Natalie Vaughn was already tall and slender, she seemed particularly petite in front of him.

The anticipated loving embrace was not seen, instead, they heard the man’s low voice filled with anger questioning.

"Is this how you came out?"

Zane Thorne looked down at Natalie Vaughn who was standing barefoot on the floor, his brows furrowing unhappily.

Not wearing slippers was one thing, but no socks either, did she really think it was summer now?

Natalie Vaughn followed Zane Thorne’s gaze down, and only then did she realize her feet were freezing.

"Wasn’t it because I was eager to meet you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Natalie Vaughn swiftly stepped onto Zane Thorne’s feet, her hands naturally reaching for the man’s shoulders.

Zane Thorne: ...

Luckily, he reacted quickly enough, reaching out to hook Natalie Vaughn’s waist to stabilize her position.

Zoe Chandler and Summer Churchill were dumbstruck seeing this, and at this point, Zane Thorne also noticed the two people in the room, casually glancing over with an enigmatic authority.

Even having been in the entertainment circle for over a decade, seeing all sorts of people, including big investors, Zoe Chandler was still stunned by Zane Thorne’s imposing presence.

She immediately sensed something unusual about this person, knowing that even though his eyes did not reveal much emotion, he was displeased with her and Summer Churchill’s gaze.

Zoe Chandler quickly pulled Summer Churchill to turn around.

The moment was so brief that Natalie Vaughn had no idea what happened, all her focus was on Zane Thorne.

She wasn’t sure how to appease a man, but to coax Zane Thorne, a sweet call of ’husband’ and snuggling up should suffice.

"Eager?"

The man looked down at the little girl in his arms, watching as her little head rubbed against him several times.

Both zippers and buttons were on his clothes, and in a moment, Natalie Vaughn’s hair got tangled in the button, and her forehead turned red from brushing against the zipper.

Zane Thorne knew that Natalie Vaughn felt a bit guilty for her unrestrained words in the morning, but he didn’t expect she would go to this extent.

The proud little girl usually hated to lower herself.

So why now?

Zane Thorne was unusually lost in thought.

After all, from his perspective, the morning fish soup preparation for Natalie Vaughn was nothing, having stepped into the kitchen the night before, why not just once more?

But Natalie Vaughn didn’t think so.

Though sometimes proud and willful, it didn’t mean she wasn’t sensible.

For a man like Zane Thorne to cook for her on a drunken night was already enough surprise, and to prepare soup the morning after was truly touching.

What’s more, after saying such excessive words in the morning, by contrast, Natalie Vaughn felt Zane Thorne was exceptionally good to her.

"It hurts~"

Natalie Vaughn held her hair with one hand, looking up at Zane Thorne with tearful eyes.

She inwardly lamented.

She’s so pitiful, trying to appease the man and ending up like this.

Even though Zane Thorne knew Natalie Vaughn wasn’t afraid of pain, that this bit of ache was nothing to her, he still softened seeing those tear-filled almond eyes.

"Still rubbing against me?"

Natalie Vaughn blinked her eyes.

"Why not? Getting hurts a little in my husband’s arms is no big deal, right?"

Zane Thorne: ...

He tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth from lifting.

"Smooth talker."

His attitude was firm, yet his hand was gently arranging Natalie Vaughn’s hair.

Natalie Vaughn’s hair was thick, long, and slightly wavy, the snagged part even tangled a bit, but Zane Thorne leisurely sorted it without causing her any pain.

More importantly, Natalie Vaughn was still standing on his feet, so he had to wrap an arm around her waist to support her, yet in this awkward position, Zane Thorne stood as steadily as ever.

One could imagine the stability he possessed.

Natalie Vaughn simply stayed docilely in Zane Thorne’s arms, her unmade-up face appearing even more youthful.

No one disturbed this tranquility.

Finally sorted out, Zane Thorne raised his hand to lightly pat the small of Natalie Vaughn’s back.

"Put on some shoes."

But Natalie Vaughn seemed to be glued to Zane Thorne, refusing to leave.

The man squinted his eyes, inspecting the little girl in his arms.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Otherwise, why so obedient, so clingy?

Not like Natalie Vaughn at all.

"No, but I did eat something."

Zane Thorne raised an eyebrow slightly, and Natalie Vaughn smiled, her eyes narrowing.

"The love potion you gave me."

Zane Thorne: ...

Zoe Chandler: ...

Summer Churchill: ...

Such corny sweet talk.

Zane Thorne laughed, playfully pinching Natalie Vaughn’s nose.

"So corny."

Natalie Vaughn: ...

In order to appease him, she endured!

The doorway wasn’t the place for chit-chat, Zane Thorne used both hands to scoop Natalie Vaughn in the manner of holding a child, placing her on the sofa.

He glanced at the messy table and carelessly placed slippers, and chuckled.

"The toughest celebrity? I think you’re the messiest celebrity."

To appease this man, she endured again!

Natalie Vaughn lifted a bright smile, filled with expectancy.

"Did you check Weibo?"

Zane Thorne glanced at the two standing in the living room.

"No, Theo told me."

Saying those words, Zane Thorne furrowed his brows, sneering.

"The Honey Couple?"