Natalie Vaughn hung up the phone not because she was busy, but because she suddenly realized that she could recreate Zane Thorne's every move solely with her imagination.
She was so familiar with Zane that she even remembered his expressions and tone of voice with such clarity.
Natalie walked over to the window. On a bleak, rainy winter night, the thoughts of the lovesick would only grow heavier.
She dared to love and hate, but she was also the proud heiress of the Vaughn Family, unwilling to lower her stance; even in love, she insisted on being evenly matched.
Zane treated her well, but he never uttered a word of affection. Natalie threw little tantrums, refusing to fall quickly as long as Zane didn't speak up.
Noises suddenly came from outside the room, breaking Natalie's thought process. She didn't intend to care, but the noise was so loud it annoyed her.
With a cold expression, she opened the door, ready to scold, only to hear a heart-wrenching cough.
