Natalie Vaughn snapped out of her endless imagination and only then realized that Zane Thorne's two questions had another layer of meaning.
She was sitting on Zane Thorne's lap, which made her taller than him, and she looked down into his eyes.
"Why ask this all of a sudden?"
Zane Thorne's eyes were deep, filled with nothing but Natalie Vaughn. What used to be an unfathomable depth was now filled with tenderness.
Zane Thorne stared at her for a long time, and just as Natalie Vaughn held her breath and secretly anticipated something, Zane Thorne suddenly smiled.
"Isn't it what the teacher said, according to your view on love? If you were to wear it yourself, what would you want your wedding dress to be like? Or, what is your feeling of love?"
Natalie Vaughn's eyelashes trembled slightly.
The weather was getting warmer, and there was a large floor-to-ceiling window in the study, the curtains lifted by the wind and then fell again.
What was her feeling of love?
It was intense.
