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.
