Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 208: Zane Thorne Prepares a Surprise
Natalie Vaughn had never really understood the influence of GN Group abroad. After returning to the hotel, she requested a computer from the hotel.
An hour later, Natalie finally understood what Quentin Donovan meant by his words.
A sports car, indeed, was nothing to someone like Zane Thorne.
It’s hard to imagine how Zane could balance his passion for cars with such a keen and sharp business acumen.
Natalie remembered her father once said that Zane’s father, her father-in-law, was a business prodigy, elevating the Thorne family to high society with his personal abilities. And Zane, well, he surpassed his mentor.
So Natalie took out her phone and called Zane. Her husband was so awesome; she had to call to praise him.
But when she called, she found Zane’s phone had been turned off. Natalie frowned slightly; Zane had said she could call him whenever she was free. While he was in Altara, she seldom called, but every time she did, it was at an odd time.
Every time she called, Zane would answer immediately, and his phone was never off before.
No battery?
Natalie didn’t make another call. Meanwhile, Zane was at the airport, frowning at his phone, which had somehow turned off automatically.
He left in such a rush that he didn’t even check the flight information carefully, and now, because of a heavy snow, many flights were delayed, with no precise information.
This time, Zane didn’t bring an assistant, so he had to handle everything himself. These trivial matters never fell to him before, so by the time his phone was charged and turned on, half an hour had passed.
In the past, Zane’s world only revolved around racing, and he didn’t know what romance was until he met Natalie and started to curb his straightforward nature.
Quentin Donovan said it was supposed to be a surprise.
So Zane resisted the urge to call Natalie back while coldly watching the red-tinted flight board. The first time he planned such a thing, he encountered unavoidable weather obstacles.
On the other side, Quentin Donovan, after a late-night session, suddenly sneezed.
He seemed to have forgotten something. Yet, no matter how much he thought about it, Quentin couldn’t recall what he forgot.
Forget it. Tonight, he just secured a deal, and he’s planning to celebrate. Quentin headed to a famous Kensingport bar, one model on his left, an actress on his right, drinking into the early morning.
By the time he woke up, it was already the next afternoon, and Natalie was on a flight back home. Quentin squinted at the messages Natalie sent, trying to decipher them for a long time before understanding their meaning.
He tossed his phone aside and lay back down, trying to sleep again. But no sooner had he lain down than he jolted awake.
He realized what he had forgotten—Natalie was already heading back home, so why was Zane still flying over to deliver some surprise?
Quentin quickly pulled out his phone to check Zane’s flight, which, due to a five-hour delay, had taken off again, meaning Zane would miss Natalie.
"..."
Quentin was now completely sober and didn’t dare to sleep anymore.
It was all his fault for just giving Zane advice but forgetting Natalie’s return time and the potential for flight delays.
What to do now? From the time, it seemed Natalie had already been in the air for two hours, while Zane was about to land in Kensingport.
"..."
What a mess.
Quentin splashed his face with cold water and slapped himself awake, deciding he’d take the fastest flight home.
The deal was nearly wrapped up anyway, and the follow-up could be left to his assistant. Regardless of whether Zane could find Natalie, he needed to make a swift exit.
Just after he made up his mind, his phone rang. Quentin’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that it was a call from Zane.
Quentin: ...
Don’t answer, don’t answer—he absolutely must not answer.
But perhaps due to having drunk too much last night, his hand on the hang-up button trembled and accidentally hit accept.
Quentin: .....
Shit!
After enduring a five-hour delay plus eight hours of flight, Zane’s voice sounded fatigued.
"Address."
Quentin felt like his throat was clogged and couldn’t speak.
Zane had lost patience.
"Hotel address."
Quentin jumped in surprise, chuckled awkwardly twice.
"Uh, Mr. Thorne, there’s no need for you to come to the hotel."
Quentin and Zane were about the same age and he had never called Zane "Mr. Thorne" before; hearing this title, Zane felt something was off.
"Be straight."
Quentin knew this couldn’t be hidden for long, so it was better to confess early.
"Ahem, it seems that Nina is returning home today."
Zane paused his action of pinching his brow.
"What?"
"The flight has been in the air for two hours."
Zane: ...
At this moment, silence was the greatest intimidation.
For the first time, Quentin felt guilty.
"Back when I told you, you could have just made it by coming over directly. I didn’t expect the flight to be delayed."
Zane: ...
"And why didn’t you mention she was planning to go back today?"
"Um... I got so busy I forgot."
Zane directly hung up the phone.
He must have been out of his mind to trust Quentin’s advice; this guy was never reliable.
For the first time, Zane found himself in such an awkward situation—a five-hour delay, more than eight-hour flight, and not even being able to see his wife, let alone surprise her.
The worst part was that two hours ago, Kensingport’s weather was fine, but now it started snowing heavily.
He couldn’t make Natalie stay, but Zane himself was stuck.
Zane would never forget this day; for the first time in his life, he planned a surprise, and Quentin’s unreliability ruined it.
Quentin thought for a long time before he still packed his luggage and headed to the airport to accompany Zane.
After all, the sports car hadn’t been acquired yet.
...
On the plane, Natalie had a good sleep and couldn’t even imagine that her dear husband was pitifully stuck at the airport.
After arriving home, Natalie only rested for one night before heading straight to Yenton.
Yenton is a small city without an airport or high-speed rail, but luckily it’s close to Astra City, and driving there takes only about five hours.
Natalie had learned how to drive a motorcycle, but her car-driving skills remained at the previous level. With the rain falling along the way, no matter how daring Natalie was, she didn’t dare to drive too fast.
What was supposed to be a five-hour journey took her nearly six hours to complete. Luckily, she left early, arriving in Yenton before dark.
Natalie headed straight for Gideon Sheffield’s home. None of her vehicles was cheap, and driving along the country roads attracted many onlookers.
This city is small, with only a couple of major malls, but fortunately, Natalie was well-prepared and had already bought gifts for Gideon Sheffield’s parents in Astra City.
When her car stopped in the front yard of Gideon Sheffield’s house, the two elders who had been inside preparing dinner quickly put down what they were doing and rushed outside upon hearing the car sound.
