Chapter 49

"Fall in love?" Taylor repeated, looking amused. "You think too highly of yourself." He rose and grabbed Natalie by her chin. Scrutinizing her face, he smirked and said, "You might be delectable, but talking about love is too far-fetched. You're just…" He paused and drawled out, "A tool at most?" The faint hint of amusement in Natalie's eyes was dispelled. Perhaps awash in humiliation or aggrievance, she turned sullen. She swatted his hand away. Grabbing her pajamas, she marched into the bathroom and locked the door. Taylor's expression turned grave as he watched her leave grimly. He lit a cigarette on the balcony. He was expressionless, but the knot between his brows was evident. As he puffed on his cigarette, he sneaked a few glances in the direction of the bathroom. The bathroom was silent. Taylor finally tossed the cigarette butt aside and strode to the bathroom. Knocking on the door, he quipped, "What's wrong? Are you crying in the bathroom just because of a few insult