CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: SUNFLOWERS AND RED ROSES

Natalie Vaughn came out after her shower, and the bed was already empty.

They arrived here too late last night to take a good look, as Zane Thorne immediately pulled her to drink. Only now did she realize that Zane’s bedroom wasn’t just beautiful at night; even in the daytime, the view was stunning.

On one side was a lake, on another a mountain, one side overlooked cars on the entire floor, and on the other, a backyard garden could be seen.

Natalie stood there, stunned.

This garden seemed out of place with the rest of the villa. Logically, Zane wasn’t someone who would love flowers, but this garden was surprisingly filled with sunflowers and roses.

The yellows were dazzling, the reds were enchanting.

It was not the blooming season for these two flowers, so it’s obvious greenhouse technology was used.

But what puzzled Natalie was why these two particular flowers.

Sunflowers symbolize faith, brilliance, and loyalty, adoration.

And red roses symbolize passionate love.

Could Zane be hiding someone in his heart?

Natalie instinctively shook her head.

It didn’t seem like it, and she hadn’t heard about this from Theodore Langdon either.

But if it wasn’t for someone he adored, why put so much effort into nurturing these flowers in winter? Natalie found it hard to imagine Zane standing by the window late at night with a glass of wine, looking at these flowers.

There was a slight twinge in her heart.

She realized she didn’t want to think too deeply about it.

Natalie pressed her lips together, deciding to go to the backyard garden to find out for herself.

Unexpectedly, the person who had disappeared from the bed was also in the backyard garden, wearing a bathrobe, its neckline open wide, crouching in front of the roses.

Upon hearing a sound, he didn’t lift his head.

"These roses were arranged to be shipped from abroad two days ago."

Two days ago?

Natalie’s eyes flickered slightly.

Wasn’t that the day they registered their marriage?

Wait.

If these roses were just delivered two days ago, does that mean it used to be all sunflowers here?

Natalie was filled with so many thoughts but couldn’t understand why someone like Zane would like sunflowers?

She opened her lips, wanting to ask clearly, but the crouching person suddenly stood up, walked towards her, holding a freshly picked rose, its red and beautiful petals still covered with dew.

Zane placed the flower in Natalie’s hair.

Black wet hair with a red rose.

Vintage, sexy, gorgeous.

Zane earnestly looked at her for a long time.

"Beautiful."

Natalie had heard countless compliments, but it was the first time Zane had sincerely complimented her like this.

Her face turned slightly red.

For some reason, she felt that Zane was a bit strange today.

"You..."

"Do you like it?"

The man interrupted her.

Natalie didn’t react for a moment.

"Hmm?"

Zane reached out and adjusted her hair.

"The rose."

Natalie gently touched the flower on her head. She used to think that when a man put a flower in his beloved woman’s hair, it was a cliché gesture. But being in the moment, she truly tasted its sweetness.

"I like it."

Zane chuckled lightly, turning to look at the sea of red flowers.

"A wedding gift for you, it’s as beautiful as you."

Natalie was slightly taken aback.

Was it beautiful like her, or was it the red rose that was like her?

But these details didn’t matter; it was rare for Zane to speak sweet words, and she didn’t want to spoil the mood.

However, after gifting a car last night and now flowers today, compared to Zane, she seemed somewhat insincere.

She hadn’t prepared a wedding gift.

She hadn’t expected Zane to prepare so many gifts.

Whether it was the car or the red roses, both came with a lot of thought.

If it were anyone else, Natalie would think giving a car and flowers was perfunctory and cliché.

But she only felt sincerity and romance.

"Should I reflect on this?"

Natalie didn’t make it clear, but Zane understood.

"I lack nothing; just being my Mrs. Thorne is the greatest gift."

But having everything wasn’t a reason not to prepare a gift.

Natalie thought to herself, during the filming period, she must think of a surprising and incredible surprise.

Even if the garden was warm, wearing too little would still feel cold.

Natalie looked at Zane’s exposed chest and couldn’t help but ask.

"Why do you seem to dislike wearing clothes?"

Even at her apartment, he would wear as little as possible. Back here, he just came out in a bathrobe.

Zane glanced down.

"I’m not cold."

Natalie muttered.

"I didn’t ask if you were cold."

Stubborn.

Zane was in a great mood.

"Let’s go, time to eat."

It was only then that Natalie remembered her purpose for coming to the backyard.

"Do you really like sunflowers? Why are there so many planted?"

Zane paused and shook his head.

"Not because I like them."

"Then why?"

The man pondered for a moment, it was just that back then, Natalie was so full of life, just like sunflowers always facing the sun. He also felt like the sunflowers resembled the light Natalie brought during those dark days, so for these past few years, he habitually kept them.

Year-round, uninterrupted.

In difficult times, he would sit on the floor of the room, looking at them.

It’s like having a light.

"For a little girl, that’s why I keep them."

"Little girl?"

Natalie furrowed her brows.

"Your... sweetheart?"

The last three words were hard for Natalie to say.

It’s just that the term "little girl" made it seem so young. In any other aspect, she was confident she could outshine that little girl, but age was a hard limit.

In just over half a month, she would turn 24.

She couldn’t possibly pretend to be cute and young all the time, could she? That would be too disproportionate.

Zane had intended to nod but then realized with Natalie’s nature, she would definitely investigate thoroughly, and he didn’t want her to know about past events.

Moreover, he only met her once five years ago; she wouldn’t find much even if she did investigate.

She would inevitably grow suspicious.

Once suspicion arises, it creates a rift in the relationship.

The kind that’s hard to mend.

"What are you thinking?"

"Isn’t it?"

Zane raised his hand and knocked on Natalie’s head.

He found himself unable to say it wasn’t so.

"Just a little girl who is very important to me."

Natalie: ...

Isn’t this stating the obvious? If she wasn’t important to him, would Zane go to such lengths?

"Alright, stop being jealous; she’s not your rival in love."

Natalie: ...

Her, jealous?

"You’ve got some nerve."

Jealous of what?

A little girl?

She hasn’t even fully grown; what’s there to be jealous about?

Natalie turned around and walked inside, sitting down in the dining room, only to find a dinner bell on the table.

She fiddled with it a bit.

"I’m hungry."

Zane took a bottle of water from the fridge.

"It should be delivered to the door, go get it yourself."

Natalie: ...

Was the gentle Zane from the garden possessed?

She even thought that this jerk was romantic!

Natalie never held a grudge against her own stomach, so she walked to the door angrily and found a serving cart there.

Four whole levels, completely full.

No idea what’s been ordered.

Luckily, the cart had wheels, so she could easily pull it in without much effort.

Having taken a milk carton she regularly drank from the cart, Natalie’s anger dissipated.

Alright, Zane wasn’t entirely a jerk.