Natalie Vaughn hadn't sparred with Zane Thorne, but she knew that if she fought him, she wouldn't stand a chance. If this man wanted, he could easily overpower her.
But she wasn't a coward, she couldn't just surrender without a fight whenever she met someone stronger than herself.
Throwing caution to the wind, Natalie put her hands on her hips, righteously indignant.
"Zane, is this all the tolerance you have? I just said you couldn't do it, didn't I?"
The man squinted dangerously, looking at Natalie's stance, and pressed his tongue against his cheek.
Did he lack tolerance?
What man could stand his wife saying he couldn't do it? Besides, they hadn't even tried yet, and she kept babbling nonsense.
"Just said I couldn't do it?"
Zane sneered.
"Then if I said you have no chest and no butt, would you be mad?"
Natalie: ...
"Where am I lacking a chest and butt?"
Saying this, she instinctively straightened up and looked down at herself.
