Zane Thorne was stunned for a moment. Seeing the young girl struggling to change her position on the bed, he quickly reached out to support her waist and scolded her softly.
"You've been hurt, just lie down properly. Don't move around."
Natalie Vaughn adjusted her position to half-lying on the bed with Zane's help.
"Lying down hurts my chest, I can't breathe."
Zane: .....
"Alright, come here."
Natalie panted slightly, opening her arms towards Zane with eyes as bright as a child's.
Zane felt his heart melt, gently brushing Natalie's hair.
"Hold on."
Natalie was puzzled until she saw the man take off his jacket. After confirming that there was no scent from his journey clinging to him, he leaned down and embraced her.
At first, he was very restrained, only lightly holding her. But after Natalie placed her hand on his back and softly rubbed it a few times, he began to gradually tighten his embrace.
