Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 203: Kensingport

Natalie Vaughn went back to the Vaughn Family home for two days to appease Mr. Vaughn and Mrs. Vaughn, then flew directly to Brythania. James Vaughn initially wanted to give her a lecture, but Natalie quickly brought up Tanya Donovan.

The lecture turned into advice.

"Your sister-in-law has sensitive skin, so bring this cream for her."

"Don’t take your sister-in-law with you if you go eating randomly, she has a sensitive stomach."

"Just come back right after the show; you’ve been to Kensingport so many times, there’s no need to explore more."

Natalie: ...

Perhaps her expression was just too speechless, so James paused, then raised his hand to rub her head.

"You can go see the Grivorn clock too."

Natalie snorted. She remembered how every time she went to Kensingport, she always went to see the Grivorn clock, so it wasn’t too excessive.

James sighed, looking a bit helpless.

"Your sister-in-law hasn’t been home for six months."

Natalie: ...

"Stop pretending."

James gave a slight smile, didn’t say more, but handed Natalie a card.

Natalie raised an eyebrow, took it, and immediately changed her tone.

"I’ll come back right after the show."

James: ... Ha, doesn’t he know his own sister? If he wants her to do something, he has to offer something in return.

...

Natalie was scheduled to arrive in Kensingport a day earlier than Tanya, and Vivian specially went to the airport to pick her up.

"Kristin, I’m so happy you can attend my show. Bartley has been casually asking about your flight details these days."

Natalie blinked.

"But he’s ignoring me."

Vivian snorted.

"That stubborn old man acts all cold, but he’s no longer mad."

Natalie didn’t know Bartley as well as Vivian did, but hearing her words eased her concerns.

She rarely felt uneasy, yet the regrets of her youthful arrogance still left her lacking confidence when reconsidering later.

She hadn’t truly settled down to create in a long time.

Natalie didn’t shy away, directly speaking about her current situation.

"Vivian, I’m unsure of my current level."

Vivian hugged Natalie’s waist.

"I believe in you, you’re amazing..."

Vivian blinked, thought for a while, and finally remembered a recent Cinnabar term she learned.

"Awesome, Kristin, did I get it right?"

Natalie: ...

"Where did you learn that from?"

Vivian tilted her head and frowned.

"Isn’t it right? I met a Cinnabar man who taught me a few days ago."

Natalie twitched her mouth.

"That Cinnabar man is quite...awesome."

So this is how Cinnabar culture gets transferred, after all, "national gems" are always the most handy worldwide.

Vivian innocently believed Natalie, so much so that the word appeared frequently in conversations, and Natalie found it amusing every time she heard Vivian proudly and confidently use it.

Meeting Bartley again, Natalie had lost the youthful arrogance, respectfully addressing him as teacher, and Bartley wasn’t satisfied with her demeanor.

"Kristin, why aren’t you as brave as before, it’s only been two years?"

Natalie’s eyebrows moved slightly, brave? Maybe bold. Back then she was ambitious, not caring much about Bartley, thus her attitude was naturally somewhat abrupt.

Now hearing these words, Natalie pretty much understood—Bartley originally liked her temperament.

"Teacher, you might not know in Cinnabar, we say ’Once a teacher, always a father.’ We must respect our teachers."

Bartley didn’t understand the saying ’Once a teacher, always a father’, and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Then why didn’t you do this when we first met?"

"At that time, I hadn’t addressed you as teacher yet."

Bartley: ...

Kristin hasn’t changed a bit.

"Are you willing to address me now, does it mean you’re willing to study here?"

Natalie’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Are you willing to take me?"

Upon hearing this, Bartley glared at her.

"I heard you’ve got married; can your honey handle it?"

Natalie was thankful her English was good; otherwise, with Bartley’s way of speaking, she wouldn’t understand a word.

"I haven’t mentioned this to him yet."

...

Bartley’s attitude caught Natalie off guard. She thought she would need to invest some effort to make Bartley accept her as a student.

Vivian took advantage of a break in show preparations to come and complain to Natalie.

"Kristin, this old man has nagged over everything these past two years. Now that you’re here, you must stand with me."

Natalie raised an eyebrow.

"Stand with you to be scolded?"

Vivian laughed and slapped Natalie.

"Bartley missed you for two years; he wouldn’t bear to scold you."

Missed you... Natalie twitched her lips a few times; she really wanted to correct Vivian’s choice of words.

Over the years, Natalie seldom attended overseas shows as Miss Vaughn. Tanya Donovan is a jewelry designer with her place in the fashion world. Most times, Natalie went as Tanya’s companion.

Especially Vivian’s show, which was unusual, free of random participants, with only close relations invited.

Seeing Vivian take such good care of Natalie, other ladies curiously asked who Natalie was. Vivian simply smiled, saying Natalie was a good friend and didn’t mention she was soon to become Bartley’s student.

Yet some were observant.

"Then why is she chatting so happily with Bartley?"

Bartley has a reputation among these wealthy ladies; they even try hard to please Bartley just to wear his designs.

Besides Bartley’s student Vivian, they seldom saw Bartley get so close with a young woman. More importantly, this young woman seems to have an elegant aura, likely from a notable family.

Vivian knew what they were thinking, looking at them with a cheerful smile.

"Don’t worry, even if Bartley specially designs clothes for her, she might not accept them."

Other ladies: ??????

Not wearing Bartley’s clothes? Who exactly is this woman?

Thanks to Vivian’s actions, it stirred more curiosity about Natalie’s identity among other ladies.

Luckily, Natalie has always maintained a distant and cool image, discouraging other ladies from approaching, fearful of accidentally offending someone important.

Vivian intended for Natalie to stay at her apartment, but Natalie declined; if her brother knew she left her sister-in-law alone at the hotel, he’d scold her thoroughly.

Back at the hotel, Natalie finished washing up, lay on the bed, and picked up her phone to scroll around, not really seeing anything due to fatigue.

When she snapped back, she found her phone screen displaying Brythania to Altara flight information.

Natalie stared at it for a while, ultimately not clicking.

Aaron Channing had returned to Cinnabar, and she never called to ask, fearing to touch upon things better left unsaid.

Natalie stared absentmindedly at her phone, silently making a decision.

Once she finished her matters in Brythania and returned to Cinnabar, the timing would be just right. Felix Langdon mentioned that Zane Thorne visited Yenton every year during the New Year.

Yet now he’s still in Altara, Yenton..... She’ll go there on his behalf.