Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 136: Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic

Natalie Vaughn looked at Quentin Donovan’s eye-catching green hair and felt a headache coming on. It’s still winter, what’s he doing dyeing his hair green? Is he welcoming spring early?

Quentin Donovan, as flamboyant as he can be, frowned at Natalie Vaughn’s costume with a heavy dose of disapproval, while sporting his bright green hair.

"What kind of raggedy stuff are you wearing? All in black is bad enough, but it’s all torn and tattered too."

Natalie Vaughn: .....

"It’s for the role, what do you know?"

Quentin Donovan looked discontentedly at the red jade hairpin in her hair and pulled it out.

"Why are you always wearing these kinds of tacky things?"

Twisting his brow in disdain, he raised his hand to throw it on the ground, but Natalie Vaughn glared at him.

"If you dare throw it, I’ll throw you out."

Quentin Donovan: ...

"Nina, why are you so fierce to me? I rushed back just in time for your birthday, didn’t even go home, and hurried straight to Veridia to see you, and this is how you treat me?"

A few days ago, Quentin Donovan went abroad for work. He has a habit of rewarding himself with a new hair color every time he accomplishes something significant. Natalie Vaughn even suspected that someday Quentin Donovan would ruin his hair completely.

Natalie Vaughn’s hair was originally held in place with the hairpin, and now that Quentin Donovan had removed it, her hair cascaded down. She had just finished a scene where her sect was cruelly destroyed; her clothes were slashed, and she had blood on her hands and lips. Though fake, it was convincingly real.

With her hair down, she had an unexpectedly tragic beauty.

Natalie Vaughn took back the hairpin from Quentin Donovan and rolled her eyes.

"You think my hair is easy to style?"

To keep it securely in place during fight scenes, the stylist had made it as tight as possible, tight enough to make her scalp tingle. If anything was difficult about working in a film crew, for Natalie Vaughn, it was absolutely the hair styling.

Seeing the irritation in Natalie Vaughn’s eyes, Quentin Donovan lost half his bluster. Perhaps the hairstyling really was painful?

Before Quentin Donovan could decide on what to say, Director Gable rushed over from a distance.

"Natalie Vaughn, keep this look and run the scene again that you just did. I always felt it was missing something, but now with you like this, it’s perfect!"

Natalie Vaughn furrowed her brow, while Summer Churchill nodded enthusiastically. Were it not for the presence of others, she’d probably be screaming by now.

The sight of Natalie Vaughn with her hair down was truly stunning.

To fit the plot, Natalie Vaughn’s makeup shifted from its usual delicate elegance to a bolder look, with stronger brows and a bold red lip paired with a black costume, causing an abrupt shift in her aura. When her long hair fell, she gained an astonishing shattered beauty.

Yet her eyes showed both pain and determination, creating a profoundly beautiful yet tragic scene.

Quentin Donovan smugly spread his arms.

"What did I say? Ditch the tacky stuff. You look so much better now. If you really want to wear something, I recently got ahold of some fine amethyst. I’ll have it crafted into something and give it to you another day."

As soon as Quentin Donovan uttered this, everyone around suddenly fell silent in shock.

Are you joking? Crafting fine amethyst into a hairpin? That’s unbelievably extravagant, isn’t it? Turns out those with rich friends also have super wealthy friends.

Only Natalie Vaughn knew Quentin Donovan wasn’t kidding. Quentin Donovan had always been rich, spending money lavishly since he was young.

"Alright, so just being a rich fool then?"

Quentin Donovan smirked, eyes filled with affection, and just when everyone thought Natalie Vaughn had refused, she said:

"Make it a necklace. I’ll need it in a while."

The tone was casual, and anyone unaware might think they were simply discussing items worth only a few hundred or a thousand dollars.

"Alright."

Quentin Donovan’s main reason for coming this time was this. The amethyst wasn’t a chance encounter; he had sought it out for Natalie Vaughn while abroad.

He remembered little Natalie Vaughn liked purple when they were young. Why wear black when purple looks so good on her, so pale and fair?

Natalie Vaughn had no idea what Quentin Donovan was thinking; if she knew, she’d certainly mock his childlike taste—thinking the more colors, the better.

The general feeling Quentin Donovan brought to the set was this: green-haired, wealthy, and incredibly good to Natalie Vaughn, once again broadening everyone’s understanding of rich people. Quentin Donovan, unfazed, directly asked Director Gable:

"Director Gable, with my taste, could I get some kind of position in your crew?"

Director Gable: ?????

"Don’t look at Natalie Vaughn; I’m also buddies with Felix Langdon. Don’t worry, I don’t need a salary."

Director Gable: ...

"Worst case, I’ll take a minor role."

Quentin Donovan nodded his chin, pointing at a nearby junior guard.

"Even just a small role like this works."

Director Gable looked helplessly at Natalie Vaughn, knowing Quentin Donovan was here for her and being the sponsor’s friend, he dared not say a word.

He was even at a loss for words.

The stylist was busy fixing Natalie Vaughn’s makeup, and catching Director Gable’s signal, quickly kicked Quentin Donovan lightly.

"If you want to act, first shave off that green hair."

"Green hair?"

Quentin Donovan’s voice raised, his eye twitching.

"Do you even understand fashion?"

Natalie Vaughn snorted coldly,

"Your fashion is half a year ahead of everyone else’s?"

Green hair isn’t ugly; it’s just out of place in winter. Such a vibrant color suits summer best.

Quentin Donovan stopped arguing with Natalie Vaughn because he realized that no matter what, he couldn’t win against her.

"Then I won’t act. My hair looks great; hurry up and finish filming, and take me out for something good to eat tonight."

The second Donovan finally stopped making a fuss, and everyone inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. To make the scene more logical, a scene where her hair was loosened was designed on the spot. Fortunately, the rapport between Natalie Vaughn and the other actors had been established, and they could continue after just one try.

But when it finally ended, it was already 8 PM. Quentin Donovan, having rushed from abroad, hadn’t eaten anything, and with the airs he put on, refused to eat the leftover hotpot from lunch, reluctantly nibbling on a few pieces of cake.

Once Natalie Vaughn changed her clothes, Quentin Donovan couldn’t help but complain.

"You’d better take me out for a proper dinner."

Natalie Vaughn was pleased with the scene’s effect; seeing that Quentin Donovan didn’t cause any trouble during her filming, she finally refrained from bickering with him.

At the restaurant, after eating in silence and getting half-full, Quentin Donovan finally started chatting idly about everything and anything, never stopping.

Natalie Vaughn listened for quite a while, but her patience eventually wore thin.

"Alright, enough about all this nonsense. What are you really trying to say?"

Quentin Donovan paused, then grinned.

"What could I possibly want? I just came by to simply see you."

Natalie Vaughn raised her eyebrow.

"Really? If that’s all, let’s go; I have things to do later."

She didn’t believe Quentin Donovan had nothing going on. If that were the case, he wouldn’t have shown up so early; he’d make a grand dramatic entrance right on her birthday, as he called a surprise.

Hearing this, Quentin Donovan finally panicked.

"No, don’t go, let me gather myself first."

"Five minutes."

Quentin Donovan: ....

Five minutes later, Quentin Donovan appeared unusually a bit flustered, his ears even turning red. It was the first time Natalie Vaughn had seen him hesitate like this—the usually straightforward guy twisting his words.

So Natalie Vaughn became somewhat curious.

"Stop stalling, don’t be so wishy-washy."

Quentin Donovan cleared his throat.

"Well... have you met Shannon Rhodes?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

At the mention of that name, Natalie Vaughn raised an eyebrow.

Quite an unexpected name.