Natalie Vaughn was angry with Zane Thorne right now, so naturally, she couldn't give him any friendly looks.
Zane stood barefoot on the carpet, watching Natalie skillfully handle her wound, a bit surprised in his eyes.
No wonder she always said a minor injury was nothing to worry about; she must have endured a lot of hardship as a child.
Once Natalie finished, the man bent down and picked her up.
"What are you doing?"
Natalie had just applied the medicine, so she didn't struggle much.
Zane didn't speak, just carried her to the bed and naturally helped her tuck in the blanket.
"Go to sleep."
He wasn't going to sleep on the floor, so the sofa would have to do.
Sensing his intention, Natalie couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Her sofa was a two-seater, enough for her to sleep on for a night, but Zane was much taller than her; sleeping on the sofa would be terribly cramped for him.
It wouldn't be much better than sleeping on the floor.
