CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: DIVORCE! RIGHT NOW! IMMEDIATELY!

Natalie Vaughn knew her current state, so she didn’t struggle, and carefully washed her hands, even taking the opportunity to rinse her mouth.

In front of Zane Thorne, she never seemed to care about these things.

Previously, Zane never had the chance to see these scenes, and even though they’ve been living together these past few days, most of their interactions happened after everything was tidied up.

Now she’s very tired, and the behavior of Zane tonight made her not want to bother with him at all.

"Put me down."

Once used, she was then discarded.

Zane was already accustomed to her somewhat ungrateful manner, and his grip didn’t loosen in the slightest. Instead, he carried her back to the living room like a child and placed her on the sofa just as the doorbell rang.

"Sit here obediently, I’ll go cook some sobering soup for you."

As he spoke, the man conveniently placed a thin blanket over her legs.

It was only when Zane returned with the ingredients that Natalie realized his choice of words.

He said "cook sobering soup" instead of "get sobering soup."

Seeing that Zane really intended to do it himself in the kitchen, Natalie let out a cold snort, with a mocking curve at the corner of her mouth.

"No need to trouble yourself."

Zane turned, frowning, and looked at Natalie.

She had her arms crossed over her chest.

"Better not do things that can be easily misunderstood, lest I think too much of it."

The man’s face immediately darkened, his eyes deep and enigmatic, staring at Natalie for a long time without revealing any emotions.

Natalie, having nothing to lose, grew bolder, ignoring the pressure from Zane’s gaze, and even looked back provocatively.

"I’m the type who’ll push the limits. You better not treat me too well, or I’ll ask for more than you can give."

Yes, Natalie had always been like this.

A proud Persian cat, a rose with thorns.

Zane was silent for a while and just said one sentence.

"I can afford it."

Except it would require her to wait a while, for him to resolve all his hang-ups and fully commit to this relationship.

By nature, Zane wouldn’t discuss these with Natalie, resulting in her misunderstanding.

She preferred directness, not twists and turns.

Upon realizing her feelings for Zane, she boldly acknowledged it and pursued it courageously.

In her mind, Zane had a similar personality, which is why she tested the waters with the courage of alcohol, hoping that if Zane responded, their relationship could take a step further.

But what did she get?

Now, at this moment, Zane claimed he could give her what she wanted.

Natalie just felt Zane was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and the headache made her unwilling to ponder why Zane, who was usually straightforward, reacted like this.

After experiencing the morning’s happiness and the evening’s disappointment, the contrast in emotions plus the effect of alcohol left Natalie physically exhausted, but her mind suddenly became very clear.

The contradiction between her body and mind caused her to feel slightly overwhelmed, and her temper flared up.

"What can you afford?"

Natalie, full of rage, stormed into the kitchen, sweeping the fish Zane just brought out to the ground.

"Are you pretending, or is this charity?"

The fish was fresh, still flopping on the ground, much like Natalie who was on edge.

Zane bent down, picked up the fish, and tossed it into the sink, his tone icy.

"Natalie, what are you angry about?"

Natalie widened her eyes, her mouth slightly agape, yet before she could retort, the man spoke again.

"Whether I’m pretending, you know very well."

"Charity? You dare use such a word? What position do you place yourself in?"

"I’ve never been about charity, and you, Natalie, don’t need it."

"You’re not young anymore, and you know I’m not someone who coddles others."

"You should also understand, with me, you’ve never needed restraint."

"I wouldn’t tolerate this from anyone else."

If it weren’t for Natalie, why would he spend so much time and effort?

Natalie’s thinking was sluggish at the moment. From all Zane had said, she only grasped one concept.

That during this time, Zane has been indulging her.

Was it still her fault?

Her anger grew stronger and stronger.

"Then find another wife if you can, divorce me, now! Immediately! I don’t care!"

Zane’s face turned ashen instantly, but Natalie had lost all sense of reason, almost driven to madness by Zane!

There were plenty of things in the kitchen for her to break, and if not on the counter, she opened cupboards to find them.

The crashes echoed throughout the house.

When Zane saw Natalie about to step barefoot onto assorted bowl and dish shards, he angrily grabbed her up.

"Enough! Do you think I’ll marry just anyone?"

"Natalie, you’d better swallow those words about divorce and never speak them again!"

"You’re asking for punishment!"

Furious, Zane’s face was taut, his neck veins popped, and his hand muscles stood out.

His aura was so strong that even Natalie was taken aback by his shout.

Her glaring eyes were filled with anger and disbelief.

Zane glanced at her, quickly looking away upon catching her eyes, not daring to soften. Lessons needed to be given.

Otherwise, this little rascal would dare say anything!

The man effortlessly lifted Natalie onto the kitchen counter, his arms encircling her sides.

"Natalie, ask yourself, haven’t I been tolerant enough toward you?"

Anyone else behaving boldly like Natalie in front of him would’ve been thrown into the Pacific long ago.

To be blunt, Zane had always been the one to be revered, yet in front of Natalie, this revered figure began to indulge her.

Though it’s not to the extent of spoiling, without a doubt, Natalie is an exception for him.

Everyone knew it.

Even Theodore Langdon knew.

Yet only this ungrateful girl questioned and threw tantrums.

What was this called?

Those who are favored have nothing to fear.

This was likely Zane’s first time being so angry with Natalie, and she was completely taken aback, not moving or speaking.

She looked at him with her wide, pitiful peach-blossom eyes, and the house fell silent.

Natalie was muddled now, completely forgetting how her anger had grown so big. She only remembered it started with Zane’s rejection of her attempt.

Seeing Natalie in such a dazed state, the angry man couldn’t bear to scold her further. He lightly pressed his teeth to his tongue, trying to ease his current emotions.

A girl who always got what she wanted since childhood. Indeed, his actions tonight had hurt her pride.

As the man pondered how to explain to Natalie, the doorbell rang again, breaking the stalemate.

Zane glanced out, then lowered his head to look at Natalie, raising his hand to gently pat her head.

"Wait for me here."

He said as he walked outside and opened the door with a displeased expression.

Standing outside was a slender man.

He was wearing pajamas with a jacket over them.

Clearly woken by the noise, he had to come over and knock.

"Sorry, I need to rest. Could you keep it down?"

The soundproofing in this apartment was good enough, but the noise from Natalie’s damage was too loud.

Zane nodded and then closed the door.

Julian Sutton looked at the tall, angry man still evident with rage, couldn’t help but glance inside before the door fully closed.

Was this domestic violence?

Julian shook his head. He wasn’t one to meddle in others’ affairs.

Especially since only the rich lived here, he definitely couldn’t intervene.

Being interrupted like this, Zane’s anger subsided by half, and when he returned to the kitchen, he saw the little girl sitting obediently on the counter, waiting for him to return.

His anger was now almost gone.

His heart had softened completely.