Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 214: Zane Thorne Gets Drunk

It’s just that, with them drinking like this, Natalie Vaughn couldn’t help but worry. After dinner, she sat next to Aunt Sheffield, watching the two men drink. Natalie was a bit uneasy and wanted to intervene, but Aunt Sheffield stopped her.

"My husband is not good at talking."

Natalie paused, looking at Aunt Sheffield, who smiled and used the serving chopsticks to give her a piece of meat.

"He usually solves things with drinking."

Hearing this, Natalie withdrew her intention to intervene. Seeing Zane Thorne’s approach, she thought he probably understood Uncle Sheffield’s intentions.

They didn’t speak, just drank bowl after bowl, as if all the words were hidden in the alcohol. At first, they could drink directly, but later as the alcohol hit them, they had to drink it bit by bit.

Aunt Sheffield seemed to have anticipated this and gently patted Natalie’s hand.

"You might have a hard time tonight."

At this rate, the two would definitely get drunk.

Natalie had never seen Zane Thorne drunk. Now his eyes were bloodshot, tired from the long flight and driving himself over. He must be exhausted.

Uncle Sheffield indeed wasn’t good at speaking, and it seemed like men didn’t know how to express emotions. This round of drinking should count as a reconciliation for the past five years.

Zane Thorne was considered to have a good drinking capacity but couldn’t match up to Uncle Sheffield, who had been drinking for decades. Moreover, this homemade liquor was of high purity. Zane Thorne rarely drank this kind of liquor; by the end, Uncle Sheffield could still walk back to his room on his own, while Zane Thorne was completely disoriented.

Natalie used all her strength to help Zane Thorne back to the room. The room wasn’t big, simply furnished, not like Gideon Sheffield’s room. But it was clean, clearly cleaned regularly.

Natalie panted slightly, looking at the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed and brows furrowed, hands on her hips, unsure of where to start.

She had never taken care of anyone, let alone a drunken man.

Zane Thorne tugged at his collar, mumbling something. When Natalie leaned in to listen, she realized he was calling her name.

Natalie snorted arrogantly.

"Seeing how much you miss me, I’ll reluctantly take care of you."

Natalie knelt by the bed, leaning over to help the man take off his clothes. But Zane was so heavy that she needed him to turn over to pull the shirt down from his shoulder.

Natalie gently patted his face.

"Zane, move a bit."

The man beneath her didn’t respond, so Natalie increased her strength a little.

"Zane, wake up a bit, and move."

Still no response, Natalie was getting tired, panting slightly, she first took off her down jacket, stretched her neck, and relaxed her shoulders.

Natalie reached out and pinched the man’s nose so he couldn’t breathe. Only then did Zane squint open his eyes, seeing Natalie, he grabbed her hand tightly.

"Babe, don’t mess around."

Natalie tried to pull back her hand, realizing that even drunk, Zane’s grip was strong, making it impossible to pull away. Natalie struggled again, and because of her movements, he opened his eyes again.

He raised his head and kissed her forehead, then turned over, embracing her.

"Sleep."

Natalie:...

Now Natalie was more than just pinned by Zane; her whole body was trapped, making escape impossible.

Moreover, Zane’s hold was too tight, and Natalie felt like she was suffocating, added to the overwhelming smell of alcohol on him.

Natalie felt like she was on the verge of passing out.

Never before had she so desperately wanted to escape from Zane. She swore she’d never let Zane drink that much white liquor again! And she’d never take care of a drunk man again!

Natalie opened her mouth, taking a deep breath, before elbowing the man behind her in the chest.

Zane winced and loosened his hold a bit, staring at Natalie bundled in his arms.

"Babe, why did you hit me?"

Natalie:.....

Why was drunk Zane acting like this? Was he really feeling wronged?

Natalie clumsily crawled away from Zane’s embrace, but he wasn’t having it, reaching out to grab her ankle.

"Babe, sleep with me."

The smell of alcohol was so strong and disgusting; who’d want to sleep with you?

"Let go."

Zane ignored her, trying to pull Natalie back by force, prompting her to clutch the bed sheet tightly.

"Will you let go or not? If you don’t, I’ll kick you."

"Babe, why are you so fierce?"

Natalie:... What a drunk man, was she really being fierce?

Natalie shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and coaxed him.

"How about you let go first? I’ll get you some water and come back to sleep with you."

"Really?"

"...Really."

Only then did Zane release Natalie’s foot.

Feeling his grip loosen, Natalie jumped off the bed. She left the room to fetch some water to wipe him down, passing by the elderly couple’s room, overhearing Aunt Sheffield scolding Uncle Sheffield.

Uncle Sheffield listened quietly, before replying.

"Do you expect me to apologize to that young brat?"

Aunt Sheffield fell silent.

Natalie didn’t linger to listen, after all that happened tonight, Zane seemed to have earned the elders’ forgiveness. But then...

Uncle Sheffield’s liquor tolerance was a bit too impressive, wasn’t it? While Zane was still unconscious, Uncle Sheffield was able to listen to Aunt Sheffield’s admonishments.

Natalie brought the water back to the room and burst into laughter seeing the scene inside.

At some point, Zane had undressed himself, even his shoes and socks were off.

Seems like he realized he was uncomfortable.

Natalie couldn’t find a new towel, so she used the one Zane had wiped her face with earlier. After soaking it in warm water, she wrung it out, knelt by the bed, and looked at Zane for a long time.

Where should she start?

A memory from the night they got their marriage certificate flashed in her mind—when she got drunk, Zane had wiped her face like this, which explained why she woke up the next day looking like that.

Thinking of this, Natalie directly slapped the towel onto Zane’s face.

Though her move seemed full of momentum, it didn’t apply much force on his face.

Of course, it wasn’t precisely gentle either.

And that was how Zane was awakened by Natalie.

His eyes slowly opened wide, staring at Natalie unblinkingly, his gaze deep and intense.

When their eyes met, Natalie jumped in surprise.

"You’re awake?"

Had he really sobered up so quickly after drinking so much?

But Zane didn’t reply. Sensing something was off, Natalie leaned in closer, discovering he was staring at her blankly.

Natalie inwardly breathed a sigh of relief; she thought he had caught her seeking a little vengeance. Seeing his face reddened from her rubbing, she couldn’t help but laugh.

After wiping his face, Natalie began to clean his hands and neck. After hesitating for a moment, she finally lifted his shirt to wipe his chest.

Of course, while wiping, she couldn’t resist feeling his muscles.

Tsk, he hadn’t forgotten to work out even after moving to Altara? That’s good, to maintain those abs for her.