Chapter 289 Can I Borrow One of Your Clothes?
Natalie avoided his eyes. "I came to find some clothes. Where are my clothes from last night?"
"They were torn and can't be worn." He grabbed a towel and wiped his short hair.
Natalie leaned against the display cabinet, the cool glass bringing her back to her senses, her face flushed. "Thanks."
"Just 'Thanks'? Maybe you can show me how much you appreciate it." Adrian looked at her, pressing his tongue against his teeth.
Natalie's eyes flickered. "Can I borrow some of your clothes?"
Five minutes later, she was in a black tracksuit. Adrian's clothes were loose, but the tracksuit fit her surprisingly well, except for the long pants.
As she was about to leave, Adrian's voice stopped her. "I'm hungry, make some food."
She was stunned. Did he want her to cook?
Natalie went downstairs and saw the 2,000-square-foot mansion had no servants.
Adrian had told her to get lost before; their relationship was icy. She didn't know how to deal with him. She carried hidden burdens, a blossoming heart, and the anxieties of everyday life.
But he had saved her, so she couldn't just leave.
Natalie went to the kitchen.
Everything was clean, and the utensils looked unused.
The fridge was full of ingredients.
She washed her hands and started making breakfast.
An hour later, she placed the dishes on the table and checked the time. She went upstairs to the study and knocked gently.
No response.
She pushed the door open. Adrian was asleep on the sofa.
The window was open, and a breeze ruffled the curtains.
She bent down, looking at him.
Adrian had a handsome face, a chiseled jawline, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes. He looked gentler asleep, without his usual cold demeanor.
Natalie covered him with a blanket.
She stood there, watching him.
Everything seemed serene and beautiful.
Adrian dreamed of a faint cherry blossom scent, making him sleep peacefully.
A phone rang.
Natalie saw Adrian's phone vibrating. It was Alice calling.
Her eyes narrowed.
Adrian woke up and met Natalie's gaze. She stammered, "I made breakfast."
His voice was hoarse, "Okay."
He picked up the phone and answered it, not avoiding her.
Natalie was about to leave but heard the voice on the other end.
Alice was whining. "Adrian, my foot hurts."
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