Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 141: Flirty Sparring Between Two

Natalie Vaughn’s sweet voice carried a mix of shyness and anger. It wasn’t loud, but at this hour, it echoed through the night. Zane Thorne loved hearing Natalie call his name.

Soft and sweet, like a cool spring in the summer mountains.

So, the man mischievously jolted Natalie again, and she didn’t back down, clutching Zane’s neck tightly, nearly to the point of suffocation.

The man feigned a few coughs.

"Natalie, are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Who told you to be so bad?"

But even as she said this, her grip loosened a bit.

Zane laughed so hard his chest trembled, causing Natalie to feel it too since she was on his back.

"Natalie, who’s the immature one here?"

He was just playing along with her antics.

Who would have thought that two people with a combined age past fifty could engage in such childish banter? Even Natalie and Zane couldn’t believe it, and looking back, they might find it all inexplicable. Of course, the bodyguards trailing far behind were even more clueless.

Was the big boss really like this? Not that scary, really? Why did President Joyce’s face always turn pale whenever talking on the phone with him?

...

Zane carried Natalie on his back for the rest of the way, even as they entered the hotel elevator.

Suddenly, Natalie, who had been dazed by the sweetness, became clear-headed.

"There’s likely a lot of film crews in this hotel, there could be paparazzi."

They had walked in earlier so openly; if any diligent paparazzi were outside, they would have definitely snapped photos.

"Hmm."

Hearing the man’s overly calm response, Natalie felt a bit dissatisfied and pinched his waist.

"Aren’t you worried that I’ll be slammed online?"

Zane frowned, his attention diverted by Natalie’s pinch. Hadn’t he told this girl not to randomly touch a man’s waist? Why didn’t she remember?

His reply was a bit absent-minded. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Slammed for what?"

"Who knows? Netizens these days are quite harsh with their words."

Zane refocused a bit, snorted coldly.

"They wouldn’t dare."

"Why wouldn’t they? With a phone, internet, and keyboard, they’re quite unrestrained online."

"That won’t happen."

He wouldn’t allow the photos to spread, nor would he let netizens slander his girl.

Natalie leaned in close to his ear and breathed out a question.

"Why wouldn’t it happen? Can you control the mouths of millions of netizens?"

The area near the ear wasn’t just a sensitive spot for Natalie; it was for Zane as well, as Natalie had discovered by accident.

Sure enough, as soon as she breathed out, the man instinctively tilted his head slightly to the side, his ears turned red, his eyebrows furrowed, and most notably, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed.

Zane furrowed his brow even deeper.

"Money can’t solve it?"

It seemed like it could, but it would require loads of money, though Natalie figured such amounts meant nothing to Zane.

The elevator had arrived, and Zane’s breathing remained unchanged despite carrying Natalie all this way. Being tall, Natalie could swing her legs freely.

As they reached the door, Zane tilted his head to ask.

"Still don’t want to get down?"

Natalie buried her head against his neck, rubbing it, intentionally or unintentionally, brushing her lips against his neck, and even his earlobe.

Zane finally sensed something amiss.

From the start, Natalie had been teasing him.

"Doing it on purpose?"

While speaking, Zane’s hand supporting Natalie began to caress her thigh.

Natalie feigned ignorance at this moment.

"What?"

The man laughed shortly, but deep in his eyes, a dark red fire of desire had ignited.

"Room card."

"In my pocket."

Natalie’s hands remained tightly wrapped around Zane’s neck, with no intention of moving.

Zane smirked slightly.

"Want me to get it?"

"I can’t free my hands."

Zane chuckled softly. The girl’s skill in telling blatant lies had grown immensely, and who really couldn’t free their hands here?

If Zane still couldn’t realize that Natalie was flirting with him, he might as well be a big fool.

Alright then, she wanted to play, and he would play along.

So, Zane skillfully supported Natalie with one hand and began to explore her body with the other.

Zane was much bolder than Natalie. She would brush against him as if by accident, while Zane boldly touched her waist, and even gave it a squeeze.

With a sly remark added.

"Your pockets are quite hard to find."

Natalie’s waist was sensitive, and even through clothing, Zane made her body go weak with these few touches. Hearing Zane’s comment, she couldn’t help biting his ear, asking in a breathy voice.

"Are you really looking?"

Zane chuckled softly.

"Of course, very seriously."

Just as he spoke, the man pinched the flesh at Natalie’s waist.

Natalie: ...

Seriously flirting, huh?

Natalie suddenly felt a bit regretful. Should she not have initiated this tease, provoked this fire? With Zane like this, could she really handle it later?

Before Natalie could bite through Zane’s ear, he finally found the room card. With a beep, the door opened, and Natalie moved her legs, wanting to get down.

Surprisingly, Zane really just let her down.

Only, the room was too dark, and the hallway light couldn’t brighten such a large suite.

"Insert the room card, it’s too dark."

"Hmm."

With one hand, Zane inserted the room card while covering Natalie’s eyes with the other.

"What are you doing?"

Zane just chuckled softly without speaking, but Natalie seemed to suddenly understand something, and her heart began to race wildly.

Her raised hand dropped, and she was at a loss for words.

Strange, having received countless birthday surprises since childhood, why was this one affecting her so much?

What did Zane prepare?

This was the first birthday she was celebrating after meeting him, and also the first one after they got married.

She knew it, Zane came for her birthday. How bad of him, he didn’t say happy birthday when she wanted him to earlier.

He had it planned all along in the hotel.

"Take a few steps forward."

Zane finally spoke, and Natalie followed his instructions and walked a few steps.

"Then what?"

Her impatience made Zane chuckle uncontrollably. He withdrew his hand.

"Then open your eyes."

Natalie slowly opened her eyes, adapting to the light before she started looking around.

The carpet and sofa, originally in the middle of the room, had been moved to the window. The table held cake and red wine, vibrant and fiery rose petals were scattered on the carpet, and a golden bouquet of sunflowers stood at the head of the bed.

This scene instantly made Natalie think of the red roses and sunflowers in Zane’s backyard garden.

But the biggest surprise for Natalie was the gift box in the center of the room.

It was her graduation project. When she initially declined Bartley’s invitation, deciding to cut off her own path, she gave away a work praised by many masters to a stranger.

In the past two years, she never regretted it, but recently she had been thinking about starting her own business, and recalling her graduation work, the regret lingered.