CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: AMBIGUITY

Natalie Vaughn’s pale face instantly flushed red. She stood up, removed the towel from her head, and wrapped it around her body. Looking at herself in the mirror, she furrowed her brows, bit her lip, and fiercely cursed Zane Thorne several times.

The pain from the water soaking her wound was unnoticeable; all she could hear was Zane Thorne’s last sentence echoing in her ears.

Does Zane Thorne even understand what "avert your eyes when inappropriate" means!!!

Natalie Vaughn stood with her hands on her hips. Humiliation was one thing, but she had been taken advantage of and wasn’t going to let Zane Thorne off that easily.

Letting him sleep on the floor was still too easy!

With that thought, Natalie Vaughn changed into a bathrobe, not bothering to dry her soaked hair or attend to the bleeding wound. She stormed out angrily.

But the room was empty; the door was open, and there was noise coming from downstairs.

Natalie Vaughn looked down to ensure the bathrobe’s neckline was tight and the waist belt was secure, then headed downstairs in her slippers, her footsteps making a determined sound.

Zane Thorne was standing in front of the fridge, drinking ice water. Hearing the sound, he turned to look at the furious young woman.

No, it should be said, the furious young lady.

The man’s eyes darkened when he saw Natalie Vaughn in a bathrobe, her wet hair casually draped over her shoulders.

He’d just had the privilege of seeing the beauty beneath those clothes, and what’s more, the wet hair had soaked into the robe, making it cling provocatively.

Yet Natalie Vaughn was oblivious, her large, expressive eyes filled with a hint of anger, tinged with red and glistening with a bit of moisture.

She looked astonishingly beautiful.

Zane Thorne twisted the bottle open again and took a long gulp.

Whether intentionally or not, he drank too hastily, causing water to spill over his chin, trail down his sexy Adam’s apple, and finally disappear beneath the towel around his waist.

Natalie Vaughn’s gaze followed the water uncontrollably, finally lingering on the towel for several seconds.

What did she come downstairs for again?

Natalie Vaughn blinked, forcing herself to look away, only to see Zane Thorne smirking at her with a roguish smile.

Avoiding his gaze, Natalie Vaughn lowered her eyes again, her attention landing on Zane Thorne’s waist.

There was a tattoo there.

Natalie squinted slightly, unable to make out the pattern from this distance.

She remembered now.

What she’d suffered had to be compensated for somehow.

So, Natalie Vaughn arched an eyebrow, walking with swaying hips.

The tightly tied belt naturally accentuated her figure, highlighting her small waist and favorable waist-to-hip ratio.

Unadorned, her complexion was porcelain, lips naturally red, a strand of wet hair falling over her face, brushing her cheek and resting at the corner of her mouth.

Less of the innocent, more of the sultry.

Natalie Vaughn stopped a mere step or two from Zane Thorne. The weather was already chilly, and the open fridge door continued to exude cold air.

But with a fire in the heart, cold was nothing to fear.

Natalie first noticed the water droplet hanging at the man’s Adam’s apple, then lifted her eyes to meet Zane Thorne’s deep gaze, her eyes curling into a smile.

She reached for the tattoo on Zane Thorne’s abdomen.

The moment her fingertips touched the cold water droplets and the man’s warm skin, Zane Thorne grabbed her hand.

Precisely avoiding the wound on her wrist.

The two were very close, Zane Thorne slightly bending his head, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

"What are you doing?"

The unkempt, rugged eyebrows hadn’t been trimmed for some time, exuding a wildness, especially with the amusement in his eyes now.

Playful and enticing.

Natalie Vaughn’s eyelashes fluttered, Zane Thorne’s hand large and hot. He didn’t forcefully push her hand away, maintaining just enough distance for her fingertips to barely graze his body.

It was this tantalizing touch that made her itch with desire.

The man seemed to possess naturally high body temperature; she could even feel the heat radiating from Zane Thorne’s chest.

Natalie Vaughn lifted the corners of her lips, applying some pressure to her hand, not touching the tattoo but resting her fingertips on Zane Thorne’s only covering—the towel.

Since Zane Thorne had already seen it, she couldn’t erase that memory from his mind, so she’d reciprocate.

"I’m just taking a look too."

When Natalie said this, her eyes were steady, not a single flicker, her mouth curved as if she truly had the courage to see Zane Thorne naked.

Zane Thorne hadn’t turned on the main light; only the distant wall lamp and the fridge’s lighting provided a faint glow.

The dim setting, the freshly showered man and woman, and their provocative actions.

It was all too easy for things to turn intimate.

Zane Thorne stared at Natalie Vaughn for a long time, lost in thought, just as Natalie was about to mock him for being spineless when the man suddenly let go of her hand.

Just like the night they left the police station and returned to the night market.

He curled his lips into a mischievous smile and said,

"If you want to see, do it yourself."

Standing so close, when the man let out a raspy laugh from his throat, Natalie Vaughn could clearly see his chest rise and fall slightly.

Her throat was dry, and she swallowed several times.

He was damn fit, damn sexy.

But a towel wasn’t a shirt; it didn’t involve complicated buttons, just a light tug and she could see what she wanted to see.

Natalie thought she was bold enough, so she hooked her finger, attempting to pull down the towel wrapped around Zane Thorne’s waist. But her movements were slow, and the man still gave no reaction.

Her fingers trembled and changed direction.

She didn’t continue downward but instead reached for the spot she was initially curious about.

"What is this?"

She could clearly see the pattern if she just lowered her head, but instead, she stared at Zane Thorne, asking him.

Zane Thorne chuckled.

The young girl still had desires but no courage, yet was too proud to admit it.

His head still ached, but Natalie Vaughn looked stunning, and the current mood was perfect, so Zane Thorne didn’t want to waste the moment.

"Are you now curious about a psycho’s tattoo?"

Hearing that, Natalie Vaughn’s pupils shrank slightly.

Zane Thorne, that damn man, still cared about the nickname she had given him.

She absentmindedly touched the not-too-big tattoo on Zane Thorne’s abdomen, not noticing how her actions caused the man to darken his gaze.

His eyes were bloodshot, his black eyes containing an inner fire.

Zane Thorne didn’t have the patience to endure any longer, so he once again seized Natalie’s hand, twisting it behind her back.

He pressed his tongue against his cheek, gritting his teeth.

"Got addicted to touching?"

Natalie Vaughn nodded with a smile.

"Feels nice."

With her hand held behind her back, Natalie’s upper body arched slightly backward, exposing her swan-like neck. She appeared slender, yet well-proportioned.

So close, Zane Thorne could even smell her scent.

The aroma wafting from the neckline.....

With a headache plus the irritation from leaving the bathroom, and Natalie’s radiant smile.

The man stopped overthinking and circling around, lowering his head to directly kiss Natalie’s neck, biting it fiercely in resentment.

Then he guided Natalie’s hand to his waist.

"A dragon."

A dragon, encountering thunder and storm, will soar to the heavens, overcoming tribulation to become a true dragon.