Dumping Him for His Uncle (Natasha and Zachary) novel Chapter 73

"If you don't want anything, people will just say you lack ambition," Xavier replied.

Natasha gave a helpless shrug. It wasn't that she didn't want to try. it was just that her thoughts always seemed to clash with Quentin's whenever the real questions came up.

Sometimes, she even found herself doubting whether her ideas were valid at all or if she'd just been wrong from the start.

As night deepened, Natasha lay in bed, tossing and turning.

Eventually, she gave up on trying to sleep and slipped out onto the deck.

The sea breeze was colder at night, but thankfully, she'd brought a jacket.

"Can't sleep either?"

A figure emerged from the darkness, moving steadily toward her. Instinctively, Natasha took a few steps back.

She quickly turned on her phone's flashlight and saw that it was Zachary.

She didn't say anything, but let out a quiet breath of relief.

"I was a bit out of line the other day. But for what it's worth, nothing actually happened," Zachary said.

Natasha froze for a second, then a slow wave of relief washed over her.

"Mr. Foster, do you find this sort of thing amusing?" she asked, her tone serious.

Zachary had expected that kind of response. "But I didn't lie. You did throw up all over the room," he added.

At that, Natasha remembered that he hadn't actually said anything inappropriate. She'd just jumped to conclusions and let her imagination run wild.