"You can sleep on my bed," Hazel stated.
His lips twitched. "Okay." Zac walked towards the bed and proceeded to lie down. When he reached out his arms to hold her slim waist, she tried her best to shrug him off.
"Let me go. I'll sleep on the sofa," she snapped. 'There's no way in hell that we'll be sleeping on the same bed!' she thought.
Hazel struggled under his arms, but it only encouraged him to pin her down even more. "I'm cold. Isn't it your duty to warm me up?"
"You can tuck yourself in if you feel cold!" She kicked the quilt towards him angrily. If she didn't ask him for help in the first place, then she would've taken the opportunity to kick him where the sun doesn't shine!
"Well, you're warmer than the quilt." He placed his chin on her shoulder wantonly, breathing in her heavenly fragrance. There was something about her that made him addicted to her scent.
Of course, this didn't mean that he cared for her. He had always been indifferent to these types of feelings. He wouldn't fall in love that easily. She was just a special woman.
Being held in his arms, she couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. The heat she felt against his chest spread across her veins. She couldn't help but feel even hotter under his grip. She unconsciously began to twist her body against him.
"I suggest you don't move," he whispered. His voice was hoarse.
She froze as silence drifted upon them. She didn't want to irritate him.
Unfortunately, in a few minutes, the phone ran out of power.
Darkness fell around her like a curtain.
Feeling as if she was trapped once again, she screamed and buried her head into his chest. Her small body was convulsing like a frightened cat.
Zac's body stiffened as he held her in his arms, trying to contain her.
She calmed down after a few seconds.
After a long while, her timid voice broke the silence. "Zac, can you sing something for me?"
He frowned. He never sang.
However, Hazel lifted her gaze and pouted. "Please? I won't be scared anymore ify ou sing," she urged.
"Why don't you use your phone?" He tweaked her ear.
"It died." Hazel pouted and started to draw circles on his chest with her finger, as if to express her dissatisfaction.
The heat rose in his chest sharply. He hurriedly grasped her restless hand. "What do you want to hear?" Zac had never been this tender with any woman, but there was something about her that softened his guard around his heart.
"Anything," she said slyly.
He sighed. Without another thought, he began to sing an old song in English.
His voice was incredibly magnetic and soft. It was as if she was listening to an entire orchestra in her ear. She leaned against his chest, feeling it vibrate as he continued. The man had absolutely no shortcomings.
His English was great. In fact, he sounded like he grew up in the States. She couldn't help but feel ashamed over her poor English.
Zac was definitely not uneducated.
"What else can you do?" she murmured bitterly.
"You'll know in time," he whispered.
After a night of hasty winds and heavy rainfall, the sky became more peaceful over time.
Hazel didn't know when she had fallen asleep. All she knew was that when she woke up, Zac's arms were wrapped around her. Zac didn't close his eyes till he was a hundred percent sure that Hazel was sound asleep.
She raised her head and stared at him secretly.
He was indeed a rare beauty. Even when he was asleep, he still looked incredibly charming.
The sharp edges of his jawline were softer, and his hair lied flat on his head.
Although it felt as if God had played a cruel trick on her, she didn't feel so bad about it anymore. It wasn't that much of a loss to lose her virginity to such a handsome man.
She couldn't help but let her thumb graze against his face. Even the man's skin was good. Did he always have such a nice skin?
Zac woke up at her touch, but he didn't dare open his eyes. Instead, he continued to pretend as if he was still sleeping, wondering to what extent she was willing to go.
However, Hazel didn't take further action. Instead, she slipped out of his arms, jumped off the bed, grabbed her sketchbook, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Zac squinted his eyes just a bit to see what was happening.
The girl was sketching him without his permission!
How dare she!
He clenched his jaw and turned to the other side of the bed.
She went to the other side and continued.
Seeing that she wasn't going to stop that easily, he turned back and she followed.
"Are you fucking dreaming?" Hazel grumbled, finally having enough.
Sensing her frustration, he decided to cooperate her. If the painting wasn't good enough, then he would just tear it to pieces and throw it into the nearest trash can.
Seeing that he didn't move, Hazel shook her head and sighed. "It seems that you also dream so fast," she teased quietly.
Zac felt embarrassed yet again.
It was a humiliating experience for a man to be questioned of his ability to do something!
'If a tiger didn't come out from its slumber, you'd take for it as a sick cat. If a dragon doesn't come out of its cave, then you'd think of it as a humble worm. Do you really think I'm that weak?'
He tried his best to suppress his anger. Finally, in a matter of thirty minutes, Hazel finally finished her masterpiece.
"Perfect!" Hazel clapped her hands together. Although she was praising the painting she had just drawn up, the man took it as a compliment to himself. His anger towards her immediately diminished.
As she was about to hide his painting, Zac raised his eyebrow. "Don't you think sketching me infringes on my rights?" he said coldly.
She flushed almost immediately. "We're husband and wife. Of course I have the right to sketch you." Before she could finish, the person on the bed rushed over like a raging tornado. He pulled her into his arms. "Since we're a couple now, shouldn't you at least fulfill your duty as a wife?"
Hazel grasped her collar in a hurry. "Didn't you say you're not interested in me?" she snapped.
"With all that teasing, don't I have to prove myself?"
Fuck! Hazel stuck out her tongue for him to see. She didn't know that he had heard all of that!
"Well, you've misunderstood me. I was talking about football, you know? And..." Hearing her ambiguous explanation, Zac had the urge to roll his eyes. Although he was still pretty annoyed, he couldn't help but find her adorable. However, that didn't mean that he would forgive her that easily.
"I'm hungry. Why don't you go and cook?" he ordered.
Hazel gaped at him. The topic had changed so fast that she found herself unable to react. She turned around and gazed out the window. The sun was hanging out in the sky. It was already noon and she still hadn't eaten.
"If you're hungry, then you can go out and eat." She curled her lips.
"From now on, I'll be eating at home. You'll cook." He was like a king who was handing out orders. No one was allowed to object. Zac snatched the painting from her hand and gazed at the portrait that she had sketched out. It was a nice painting. He would definitely take it to his storage room.
'Ass!' she thought. Fortunately, she wouldn't be tied to him forever or else she might as well just sign her death will.
In the past few days, Zac had a preliminary impression of her. She was incredibly daze and careless. Whenever she was pouring water, there was a chance that she could spill it on her legs. Whenever she was peeling fruit, there was a risk that she could cut her own skin. Whenever she went out, she might forget her phone. Now, he realized something else– Hazel was stingy!