After resting for a while in the car, Natalie Vaughn's mental state improved greatly. As Zane Thorne kept staring while the doctor applied medicine to her, Natalie started to feel embarrassed.
"Can you stop staring at me?"
After being slapped three times, her face must be quite a sight now.
Thinking about it, Natalie frowned.
Why does she always end up in a mess in front of Zane Thorne?
Natalie's mouth couldn't open properly, and her speech was unclear, so Zane Thorne didn't catch her words. Seeing her wince from the pain while speaking, the man's voice, filled with concern, was low and somewhat stern.
"If it hurts, don't talk."
Zane Thorne felt a surge of annoyance, his brows knitted tightly, giving him an air of fury and gloom.
This was his second time bringing Natalie to the hospital. The young girl wasn't spoiled; she endured injuries and bleeding alone. He hated people who were too delicate, but with Natalie, he always felt she was too stubborn.
