Dumping Him for His Uncle (Natasha and Zachary)

"Okay, I'll help you. But in exchange, can you at least give me a clue?" Natasha said.

She was anxious to find out who had saved her back then. It meant a lot to her.

"Once everything is settled, I'll tell you. After all, I've already given you my weakness, and you can choose not to trust me," Faye replied calmly.

With that, she left her business card on the counter and walked out of the bar.

What she said wasn't wrong. Still, the feeling of being manipulated left a sour taste in Natasha's mouth.

Frustrated, she ordered another bottle of whiskey and sat at the counter, watching the stage performances with a hazy look in her eyes.

"When did my tolerance get so bad?" she muttered, shaking her head.

Luckily, she could still see clearly enough.

After paying the bill, she stepped outside to wait for a cab.

The cold night air hit her face, clearing her head a little.

From the corner of the alley, she heard laughter and playful voices.

Usually, Natasha wasn't the type to snoop, but the alcohol gave her courage she didn't know she had.

She wandered over and peeked around the corner. There he was, standing in close proximity to a woman she didn't recognize.

The woman was laughing, playfully slapping his chest, and Zachary wasn't pulling away.

Seeing this, Natasha couldn't help but scoff. Zachary and the woman were both drawn to the sound.

This was how men always were. If they couldn't get close to you, they certainly wouldn't turn down other women.

After pulling her gaze away, Natasha gently leaned against the wall, feeling the night breeze brush against her cheek.

It was so relaxing, but at that moment, she just wanted to go home.

"What are you doing here?" Zachary suddenly appeared at her side.

Natasha tilted her head and gave him a lazy look.

"What? Did I ruin your fun, Mr. Foster?" she said with a faint smile, though there was a bitterness hidden underneath.noveldrama

"Have you been drinking?"

Under the dim streetlights, Zachary frowned at the sight of her swaying slightly.

"It's none of your business, Mr.

Foster. You should get back to your girlfriend. Women are jealous

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creatures. Don't drag me into it," Natasha said.

She stumbled toward the curb, waving down a cab.

Just as she was about to climb in, Zachary grabbed her and pulled her into his

arms.

Once she had something to lean on, Natasha clung to it tightly, not letting go.

"Are you getting in or not?" the cab driver grumbled impatiently.

Zachary waved him off.

With no other choice, he scooped her up in his arms.

Natasha buried her face in his neck, taking a deep breath. She tilted her head

back in satisfaction, almost too far for comfort.

Zachary's face turned slightly red

he shifted his grip. He

back with one hand, the other.

beneath her knees to keep

steady.

her

"What cologne are you wearing, Mr. Foster? It smells so good," Natasha murmured.

She sniffed him like a little puppy, nuzzling closer.

"Stop moving," Zachary said, his voice

and rough. He meant i

but to Natasha's

, it sounded ridiculous bet

"That's right. Raise your voice a little more, and it'll sound just like Jack."

Natasha waited eagerly for him to say the next thing, but Zachary didn't respond at all.

Annoyed, she jumped out of Zachary's arms, placed both her hands on his face, and playfully teased him.

"Come on, say it!"