That was probably when she was pressed by the window, she was too tired to speak, but Zane Thorne was still relentless.
She still remembers Zane Thorne's eyes, dark and bright, capturing her, locking onto her, only her.
Natalie Vaughn's pupils suddenly contracted, at that time Zane Thorne indeed said something.
Zane Thorne scooped a spoonful of porridge and offered it to Natalie Vaughn, but saw her frowning slightly, not opening her mouth for a long time.
"Does it not taste good?"
Zane Thorne rarely made breakfast; even though he was initially confident, Natalie Vaughn's current reaction made him slightly unsure.
He tasted it, the seasoning was moderate, thick but not greasy, good enough for breakfast. But considering that Natalie Vaughn usually preferred heavier flavors, finding it bland was normal.
"Baby, you shouldn't eat heavily flavored things in the morning."
