CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: DELIBERATELY MAKING ME FEEL DISTRESSED

Summer had also learned massage techniques, with just the right pressure. Natalie Vaughn was waiting for news from Zane Thorne and grew a bit bored, yawning just as she was about to fall asleep when her phone rang.

Natalie suddenly opened her eyes; it was a call from Zane Thorne.

"Summer, it’s okay now, I don’t feel any pain anymore."

The young girl was observant, noticing the smile at the corner of Natalie’s mouth and clearly knew who the caller was. The sweet flirtations between a couple were not suitable for outsiders.

"Nina, I’m going to order some dinner first."

The Vaughn Family’s young lady would never eat the crew’s packed meals. But Jim Archer was already handling these matters, so Summer Churchill just used it as an excuse.

Before she closed the door on her way out, she heard Natalie answering the call, her voice suddenly becoming sweet and tender, making Summer feel ticklish inside, hugging herself.

Natalie probably wasn’t even aware that she just slightly softened her voice, yet to outsiders, it sounded especially coquettish. And at this moment, to Zane Thorne, it sounded like an injured little kitten asking for a hug.

"How did this happen?"

Zane didn’t understand the filming industry; he only knew that his wife, after only a day of shooting, ended up like this.

The man looked grim, his voice laced with anger, the reaction Natalie hoped for.

Natalie hugged a pillow, her chin sinking into the soft fabric, her disheveled hair making her already small face look even more delicate. Her nose tip was slightly red, and her eyes were unknowingly filled with moisture.

"It was from wirework."

Her voice was even softer, truly like a little kitten.

Zane felt a pang in his heart, as if it had been bitten.

He unconsciously softened his voice.

"Does it hurt? Did you apply any medicine?"

Natalie blinked.

"It hurts a lot, Jim Archer brought some medicine, just applied it."

Hearing Natalie’s answer, Zane felt a bit relieved. If it really hurt, this little one would definitely not say it and would stubbornly endure it by herself like a mule.

But even knowing this, Zane couldn’t remain indifferent to Natalie’s pitiful appearance.

He still felt heartache.

"If it hurts, then stop filming and come home."

Natalie wrinkled her nose.

"There’s no ’give up halfway’ in my dictionary."

Besides, it’s just the beginning.

Zane frowned.

"Let me see it again."

Natalie wasn’t shy, hanging up the call and sending Zane a video call.

The man answered in an instant.

She lifted her clothes to reveal that slender waist, aiming the camera at it.

"Look, isn’t it scary?"

Zane stared at the screen.

Natalie’s waist was very slender, he could easily hold it with one hand. Her skin was fair and tender, even a slight squeeze would leave it red.

Now, the waist he couldn’t bear to hold tightly was bruised and battered, more than just scary. He couldn’t stand seeing Natalie in such a condition.

The man’s eyes were dark, and he was silent for a long time.

Natalie couldn’t grasp his emotions. She pretended to be in pain to sweet-talk him a bit and enhance their relationship, not for this kind of silence.

"Hmm?"

Zane’s voice was a bit hoarse.

"Natalie, was it intentional?"

"What?"

"Making me worry on purpose."

As Zane spoke, Natalie turned the camera towards herself, and he locked eyes with her tightly.

His eyes were deep, brows furrowed.

In that moment, Natalie saw a lot of emotions, including heartache, but more was a frustration born out of love for her.

Thinking of this, Natalie’s heart softened.

She felt a bit regretful.

She couldn’t handle Zane’s gaze like that.

"Yes, but I regret it, I don’t hurt anymore. Don’t feel bad, okay?"

But how could it be so easy? After seeing Natalie’s condition, how could Zane not be heartbroken?

"You’re just taking advantage of the fact that I’m not by your side."

Taking advantage of only being able to make a video call, just watching helplessly, unable to do anything.

If he was by her side, even if it wasn’t very painful, Natalie wouldn’t use such a strategy in front of him.

In many things, they indeed had great understanding, and Natalie understood what Zane meant.

"Taking this opportunity to help you break a bad habit."

"What?"

"Our God Thorne, why not keep up with the trend and use WeChat? It’s so convenient."

"...I just don’t look at my phone often, not because I’m outdated."

"Alright, alright, fine. How come you were able to answer the phone then?"

The man frowned.

"The ringtone."

"You can set it on WeChat too, best to pin me at the top."

Hearing this, Zane chuckled softly.

"Natalie, are you taking me for a fool?"

Pinning you at the top has nothing to do with checking messages.

Natalie snorted.

"Didn’t Theo tell you, you can’t ignore your wife’s messages?"

Zane didn’t want to argue over these trivial matters. If she wanted him to use WeChat to chat with her, then he would follow her wish.

"So, you made me worry just for this?"

"Yup, can’t you be a bit more proactive in caring for your wife who’s filming outside?"

She couldn’t always be the one initiating things. Though she didn’t really mind being proactive, doing it all the time was exhausting. She also wanted to finish her work and see a message from Zane.

Zane hummed, unclear if he agreed or not.

"Now it’s my turn to ask, who is this Jim Archer?"

Natalie’s eyebrows slightly raised.

This man’s possessiveness was as strong as ever.

"My brother’s assistant."

"A man?"

"Yes."

Zane’s expression turned completely somber.

"Did you let a man apply your medicine? And let him take photos?"

Natalie: ...

"Did you forget I have other assistants?"

The man frowned, recalling the two women who stood in the living room that day.

"What about Theodore Langdon? Did you send him the photos too?"

Natalie: ??????

"Why would I send them to him?"

Zane also realized his thoughts were ridiculous.

"If you didn’t ignore my messages, would I need to contact him?"

"You could just call me."

Natalie: ...

Calling him specifically to check his WeChat? What kind of absurd logic is that?

"Do I not have any dignity?"

In the end, it was Zane who conceded.

Natalie always had a point; he couldn’t truly argue with her, so he could only back down.

"With a waist injury, make sure to rest well and shoot in a few days."

Natalie’s eyes curved into a smile.

"But I have a scene tonight."

"Then let the director reschedule, if not, call Felix Langdon."

Zane spoke as if it were a given, but Natalie loved this kind of assurance.

"You know how my skin is; even a slight bump looks serious. I’m fine, finishing shooting earlier means coming home earlier."

Zane closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pinched his brows.

This little one was intent on worrying him, yet he couldn’t scold her.

And so he hung up the phone on Natalie.

Natalie raised an eyebrow, humming an unknown tune.

Someone is flustered and exasperated!