Natalie Vaughn's sweet voice carried a mix of shyness and anger. It wasn't loud, but at this hour, it echoed through the night. Zane Thorne loved hearing Natalie call his name.
Soft and sweet, like a cool spring in the summer mountains.
So, the man mischievously jolted Natalie again, and she didn't back down, clutching Zane's neck tightly, nearly to the point of suffocation.
The man feigned a few coughs.
"Natalie, are you trying to murder your husband?"
"Who told you to be so bad?"
But even as she said this, her grip loosened a bit.
Zane laughed so hard his chest trembled, causing Natalie to feel it too since she was on his back.
"Natalie, who's the immature one here?"
He was just playing along with her antics.
