Zane Thorne's physique was strong, forming a stark visual contrast with Natalie Vaughn in his arms. Especially his chest, so warm, Natalie only felt like she'd entered a cozy harbor.
She had always loved Zane's embrace.
Thump thump thump—
Her heartbeat was a bit uncontrollable, one after another, even more intense than the day she sat in the passenger seat of his race car. It was hard to say whether it was because of the cold, the overwhelming satisfaction from the embrace, or because of... Zane's words.
For the first time, Natalie heard Zane utter that title from his lips.
Future Mrs. Thorne...
A few simple words, but why did they seem different coming from Zane?
Natalie was always smart; she knew that a strong and experienced person like Zane, after being honed into calmness, could effortlessly control his emotions. Apart from the matters related to five years ago, there were several times when Zane's anger was because of her.
Twice it happened in the hospital.
