Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 70: Keep Your Hands to Yourself

When Zane Thorne came back up, Natalie Vaughn was already lying on the bed. It was such a large bed, with her limbs stretched out; she left no room for him.

The intention was obvious.

Zane’s eyes were slightly red, a reaction from gulping down ice water to suppress his anger.

The couch was too small; having barely coped for half a night, Zane wasn’t about to settle for it again.

"Natalie."

The man called out.

The person on the bed didn’t react, but Zane’s lips curled up.

Natalie was an expert at pretending to be well-behaved, but a total novice when it came to faking sleep.

The light wasn’t off, and her eyelids had moved when he called her just now.

And...

Who on earth sleeps with their body so stiff and rigid?

"Are you going to make room yourself, or should I make room?"

Natalie’s eyelids twitched again, torn between waking up or continuing to ’sleep.’ But Zane’s gaze was so intense, she couldn’t ignore it, nor could she think clearly.

While she hesitated, a sense of pressure hit her, and Natalie abruptly opened her eyes.

Zane’s looks were truly striking; even from such a ’death angle’ and ’death distance,’ Natalie couldn’t find anything about his face that displeased her.

Previously, she had no specific standards of beauty for men, but ever since Zane appeared, slowly and imperceptibly, he became her standard.

Natalie thought she disguised it well and swallowed, her eyes fluttering a few times.

"What are you doing?"

The man let out a light chuckle.

"Sleeping."

Natalie extended her leg and adorably pointed with her toe toward the direction of the couch. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Your sleeping spot is over there."

Zane didn’t even bother to look at the small couch, straightened up, and glanced over Natalie’s entire body.

"Those little arms and legs of yours can’t stand my antics, be good."

Antics...

Natalie blushed.

What kind of words was Zane using!

Natalie’s lips tightened; she wasn’t about to let Zane on the bed so easily, but this man—Zane—had no concept of needing to maintain distance, nor of any awkwardness or embarrassment.

Since their first official meeting, he had intentionally placed himself in the position of a fiancé.

The two of them...

Although not intimate, in some aspects, they undoubtedly shared a tacit understanding.

For instance, there had never been any awkwardness between them.

From strangers to familiarity, they spent much less time than ordinary people, likely due to their arranged marriage.

Natalie didn’t mind sleeping with Zane; however, as a woman, she had the right to be reserved.

Even if it was a forced form of reserve.

"If I refuse, are you really going to start getting physical with me?"

Upon hearing this, the man’s eyes narrowed slightly, carefully observing the person on the bed. Detecting the determination on her face, he finally began to consider his actions.

After a pause, just when Natalie thought Zane had nothing to say, he suddenly touched his chin and spoke.

"I understand."

Natalie: ???

Understand what?

"You’re being shy."

The man’s tone was confident, and after hearing it, Natalie could only feel embarrassed.

"Shy my ass."

Saying this, she lifted her leg to kick at the man standing by the bed.

Zane reacted quickly; not only did he dodge Natalie’s attack, but he also reached out to grab her leg.

Natalie’s leg was slender, her ankle even more so, leaving a lot of space in his palm as he held it. Zane subconsciously frowned.

How was she so slim?

Thinking this, he tightened his grip a bit more.

Natalie’s skin was already delicate and smooth; she had just applied some body lotion, and now the feel was even better. Zane had no other intentions, but her skin was so soft that he couldn’t help but rub his fingers over it a few times.

Like his fingers carried electricity, Natalie’s body tingled.

"What are you doing!"

A unique sound of a woman’s indignation echoed in the room.

Zane realized his lapse and, unusually, let go of Natalie’s leg just as easily.

He cleared his throat.

"I’ve got a headache, be good."

Upon hearing this, Natalie temporarily subdued her indignation and looked up at Zane.

Indeed, his complexion wasn’t great.

After that feverish morning and now walking around shirtless for so long, it was no wonder he caught a chill.

Natalie wouldn’t have guessed that Zane’s unusual state now was entirely due to downing several bottles of ice water downstairs. Though he suppressed the inner fire, it hadn’t been properly released, so he wasn’t exactly comfortable.

"Who told you not to wear clothes."

Natalie pursed her lips, unwillingly admitting that when a man like Zane softened his tone and acted slightly weak, it was irresistible.

Saying thus, she scooted over a bit, essentially allowing him onto the bed.

Zane noticed Natalie’s concession and chuckled softly.

The proud girl who doesn’t spare her words was soft-hearted.

Without any hesitation, Zane got onto the bed swiftly; as soon as he half-laid down, Natalie realized his substantial size, quickly shifting further aside.

Her usually solitary territory suddenly infused with a man’s scent, Natalie felt both unsettled and intrigued.

She had always liked the way Zane smelled.

"You better not get handsy."

Now, with her head cooler, she maintained a necessary sense of vigilance.

Hearing this, Zane merely chuckled and turned to face Natalie.

"As long as you don’t get handsy."

Natalie: ...

How could she ever get handsy!

Zane was probably truly tired because he fell asleep completely not long after lying down.

First, Natalie looked up at the brightly-lit ceiling, then turned her head to the already sleeping Zane, muttering to herself.

"Sleeping like a pig."

Even though she said that, she carefully turned off the room’s light without making a sound.

Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness, only her phone screen emitting a faint light.

Using this light, Natalie couldn’t help scrutinizing Zane’s sleeping face.

His nose was so high.

His eye sockets were so deep!

How could his eyelashes be so long?

His lips were thin, no wonder kissing them felt so good.

His facial contours were just too flawless!

...

The more Natalie looked, the more she felt every feature on Zane’s face struck her chords. Watching him, she couldn’t help reaching out. When she touched his brow and thought of the stamp she just left on him, her heart began to heat up.

It was at that moment Natalie realized what she was doing.

She quickly withdrew her hand.

The motion wasn’t minor, yet he remained asleep.

Natalie suddenly chuckled once.

No wonder Zane had said as long as she didn’t get handsy.

It turned out she would actually do it.

How many times had she been unconsciously drawn to him?

There was that one fight, one trip up the mountain post-race, even once this morning. And just now... yet another instance.

Ba-dump, ba-dump.

Natalie heard her own heartbeat, erratic beyond belief.

Beside her, there was the steady sound of Zane’s breathing.

Natalie blinked, lifting her hand to her forehead, and stared blankly at the ceiling. Although she was reluctant to admit it, right now, she was indeed too affected by Zane to sleep.

Indeed, she wasn’t Sir Galahad; with such an attractive man lying beside her, how could she possibly remain indifferent?

So, how did Zane manage to fall asleep so quickly?

Could it be that she lacked charm?

Natalie shook her head; how could she possibly lack charm?!

If it wasn’t about her charm, then it must be Zane’s issue.

So, after staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever, Natalie turned her head towards the man beside her, then slowly let her gaze travel downwards...