Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 68: You Can Sue Me for Trespassing in Your Boudoir
Natalie Vaughn hadn’t stepped out all day, so her bath was relatively quick.
When she came out humming a tune, she was startled to see Zane Thorne on the sofa. She looked at the door and saw no signs of forced entry.
"How did you get in?"
As soon as she asked, Zane tossed something over, and Natalie instinctively reached out to catch it.
It was a set of keys.
"Don’t just throw this around carelessly in the future."
There was a hint of reproach in Zane’s voice, and Natalie twitched her lips slightly.
The issue wasn’t her carelessly throwing it around, but rather him having the key!
The keys were probably tossed at the entrance when she moved in.
"Can I accuse you of breaking and entering?"
Upon hearing this, Zane turned his head to look at Natalie, raising an eyebrow while biting a cigarette.
"You can accuse me of breaking into your bedroom."
Speaking with the cigarette in his mouth made his words a bit unclear, but his roguish demeanor was undeniably evident.
Natalie: ...
Why could Zane be so brazen in her territory?
"If you’re going to smoke, do it outside."
She liked the way Zane looked when he smoked and even liked the smell of smoke on him, but that didn’t mean she wanted her room filled with smoke.
Hearing this, the man removed the cigarette from his mouth and uncharacteristically explained.
"I wasn’t planning on smoking."
He just held it to satisfy a craving.
Natalie stopped looking at him and went to the dressing table to start her evening skincare routine.
Zane’s eyes blurred as he looked at all the various bottles and jars, not understanding why women liked to apply these things to their faces. Weren’t they sticky?
After finishing her facial skincare, Natalie started applying medicine.
Besides her wrist where the skin was broken, she only had some bruises, which didn’t feel too bad now. But her fair skin made any mark particularly noticeable.
Zane frowned as he watched, irritation rising.
He scratched the end of his eyebrow, recalling that she only cried out once on the way to the hospital that night.
She changed bandages herself, applied medicine herself.
Even James Vaughn seemed at ease leaving her alone, indicating that from a young age, Natalie wasn’t the delicate type. As she said, these injuries were trivial to her.
Still, he’d seen Natalie pretending to be sweet, but when it came down to business, she was so strong and proud. This contrast made Zane feel a tingle in his heart.
He couldn’t quite describe the feeling inside.
But he knew for sure, he didn’t want to see Natalie hurt, nor did he want to see her indifferent attitude about being hurt.
How could she be indifferent?
She’s so beautiful; scars shouldn’t appear on her body.
Zane rubbed his jaw.
He noticed something unusual about himself.
For someone who races cars, getting injured is common. He often gets hurt; his friends often get hurt. To him, injury is routine.
He shouldn’t be so concerned about such minor injuries, but since the one hurt was Natalie, he started feeling agitated.
Zane was nearly thirty and naturally understood that his feelings for Natalie had evolved from finding her interesting to something else.
He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was changing into.
All he could say was...
He was willing to marry her.
This included various feelings, but how much of it was romantic sentiment, he wasn’t sure.
The man stood up, walked to Natalie’s side, and tried to take over the ointment in her hand.
"Let me do it."
Natalie looked up at him in surprise and then refused without hesitation.
"Forget it, I’d better do it myself."
Just letting Zane wipe her sweat could make her face turn red. Letting him apply medicine would just be self-torture, and besides, she was almost done applying it anyway.
Zane withdrew his hand, turned on his heel, intending to grab the hair dryer for Natalie, but she refused again.
"I’m still a bit dry now, let me finish applying body lotion before drying."
The man furrowed his brows.
"Body lotion?"
Natalie wiped the remaining ointment from her hands with a wet wipe and took out a jar.
"Here, this, apply it to the body."
Zane: ...
Not only do you apply sticky stuff on your face, but also on your body? How can anyone stand that?
The man put down the hair dryer, picked up his clothes, and headed towards the bathroom.
Natalie opened her mouth, but in the end, didn’t say a word to stop him.
Zane is indeed rather presumptuous.
Unlike the downstairs bathroom, the bathroom in Natalie’s room was filled with her scent. The moment Zane stepped in, he momentarily wondered if he should be entering.
Compared to the room, this bathroom felt more like Natalie’s domain.
The place wasn’t large, filled with Natalie’s things, and teeming with her scent.
He was an outsider, an intruder.
A strange yet wonderful feeling.
Zane, by nature, was easygoing, and easily found a way to be at peace with himself.
Entering Natalie’s domain didn’t make him feel apologetic; he even enjoyed the feeling.
His future Mrs. Thorne was too proud, and he wanted to leave his scent in her territory.
The man showered quickly, and Natalie had just finished applying her body lotion when she heard the door open.
Turning her head, she saw Zane coming out shirtless, wearing only pants.
His chest and abs were glistening with warm water.
Zane walked straight towards Natalie and picked up the hair dryer he had set down earlier.
"Ready to dry now?"
Natalie’s eyelashes fluttered.
She didn’t think Zane was someone who could take care of others.
"Is this your way of charging an overnight fee?"
The man’s hand paused, lowering his eyes to glance at Natalie.
He finally understood that she didn’t think he was the kind of person who would voluntarily do such things.
Quite right, when had he ever served anyone?
"If that’s how you want to think of it."
Natalie wasn’t pleased.
"My overnight fee is expensive."
There it was, pushing her limits again.
There was a subtle smile in Zane’s eyes; she’d just bitten him and ran, and now she was up to some antics again. What should he say about her?
She’s truly mischievous, and also truly brazen.
Most people know when to stop, but she doesn’t; she insists on getting more from you.
Yet, she’s incredibly smart, knowing how far she can push without truly making him angry.
Odd, it’s just odd.
This kind of personality is just too lovable, making one want to pamper and indulge her endlessly.
"Natalie, what do you want, hmm?"
Perhaps it was because he had just showered, or maybe because he wasn’t wearing a shirt, but Zane looked incredibly sexy like this. His voice was naturally deep, now slightly hoarse, with an upward lilt that was far too seductive.
Natalie swallowed, her gaze locked by Zane’s, unable to look away.
What was it that she wanted?
She forgot.
It was just a spur of the moment thought; she couldn’t even remember what she originally intended.
"You’ll give me whatever I want?"
Zane chuckled softly, neither confirming nor denying, as he turned on the hair dryer to dry Natalie’s hair, giving her ample time to think.
This was the second time Zane had helped Natalie blow dry her hair, and this time he had learned to adjust the temperature and airflow.
Natalie noticed it all.
They say men aren’t attentive, but it’s more like they don’t care enough to be.
She’d only mentioned it once, and Zane remembered it completely.
With that in mind, Natalie smiled slightly.
The somewhat awkward man in the mirror gained a few more points in her heart.
Natalie’s gaze fell on his somewhat wild eyebrows.
"Why don’t I help you shape those eyebrows?"
