Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 228: The Noble and Elegant Cat

In the end, Natalie Vaughn didn’t completely watch Jason Lynch’s impromptu performance and was even teased by Julian Sutton on WeChat.

What could Natalie do? Not much, really. Zane Thorne was just that kind of person—when he got jealous, he always found a way to stop her from doing things that made him jealous.

Last time, he directly carried her away from the performance site, and this time, he kissed her in front of all those people.

As a result, that night, Natalie still kicked Zane out of the room.

Holding the doorknob, Zane couldn’t turn it open: ...

With both hands on his hips, he stared at the locked door for a long time and asked.

"Baby, aren’t you scared to sleep alone in such a big room?"

The sound insulation of the door was quite good, so Zane had to get really close to hear the noises inside.

"I’m quite comfortable alone. You can sleep in the guest room!"

The guest room? This was his home. Why should he sleep in the guest room? Since they had just moved in, Zane wasn’t sure where all the keys were, so he pondered for a moment and headed downstairs.

Fortunately, Natalie liked spacious balconies, and when renovating, he had purposely asked them to design the master bedroom’s balcony well.

Zane stood downstairs, wondering whether to climb up directly from below or go to the adjacent room upstairs and then climb over.

And then Natalie came out, wearing a red strapped long dress, holding a red wine glass. She casually leaned against the handrail, graceful in a way that suggested she knew he was downstairs, looking straight over and then smiling playfully.

Her enticing gaze was even more tempting to Zane than a classic alluring smile.

Normally, Natalie’s nightgowns were quite simple, either in white or pink, but rarely in such bright red.

Perhaps it was during some deep moment that Zane had accidentally let it slip—he thought Natalie’s red dresses were the most stunning, which he loved the most.

And now, standing up high on the balcony, Natalie wore a red dress, a smile on her lips, her gaze like shimmering autumn water.

Zane involuntarily swallowed hard.

This red dress he hadn’t seen in Natalie’s wardrobe before—did she buy it especially?

Seeing the fascination in Zane’s eyes, Natalie raised her wine glass slightly towards him.

"Have a good night."

Her smile was flamboyant and provocative, obviously a payback for Zane’s deliberate teasing the other day without delivering on it.

Zane suddenly laughed—when his girl was smart, she was really smart, but when she was naive, she was genuinely so. Did she really think locking him out behind doors could stop him?

Natalie sighed and took out a set of keys.

"Ah, the keys are here."

She remembered previously when she had locked the door at Rivermark Apartments, Zane had managed to unlock it with his own keys! This time, she had been mindful enough to ask the housekeeper for the key before he left.

Zane squinted slightly, seeing the smugness in his girl’s demeanor, his eyes full of indulgence and amusement.

He said, "Baby, you’ll regret it."

Regret?

Hearing this, Natalie just snorted proudly, why would she regret? Tsk, why’s the wine today so delicious?

Now, in the dead of winter, it was too cold outside, just standing for a minute made her feel chilly, not even warmed up by the wine. She really went to great lengths to annoy Zane, wearing a strapped dress and standing on the balcony in winter.

Thinking of this, Natalie went back to the room to find a thick blanket, then returned to the balcony to lie on the lounge chair and gaze at the night sky.

Scattered stars were scattered across the dark sky, carrying a sense of rare beauty.

When Zane looked over from the adjacent room, that was the scene he saw.

Natalie in the red dress, covered with a white blanket. It wasn’t draped too tightly; her slender neck was exposed.

The vivid red and pure white intertwined, creating a visual feast.

Natalie’s lazy posture resembled the most noble and elegant cat in a cartoon. Zane’s gaze swept down, landing on her exposed ankle, its line slender, bony, and captivating.

And this noble little cat, occasionally shivering from the cold wind, still proudly raised the wine glass, swaying it, occasionally taking a sip.

Indeed, she seemed utterly at ease, enjoying herself so much that she hadn’t noticed his presence for such a long time.

Zane curled his lips, and when he saw Natalie shivering again, he finally spoke.

"In the dead of winter, thinking your strong body could endure the chill?"

Startled by his voice, Natalie’s hand jerked, spilling the wine all over herself. The white blanket was stained red, and her collarbone was soaked in it.

Natalie turned sharply, eyes widening, pupils shrinking when she saw Zane standing right behind her.

"How did you get in?"

Zane smiled without saying anything, and Natalie, upon seeing the open window of the adjacent room, understood everything.

Oh, goodness! Zane even learned to climb walls and balconies? She really hadn’t expected him to go to such lengths.

She locked the door, made sure there were no other ways in, held the key firmly in hand, and subconsciously estimated too that jumping over from the neighboring room was too unlikely.

Oh, she was wrong—it was just unlikely for her to jump over. But if it was Zane, it wasn’t a difficult feat, given those long legs weren’t just for show.

In a flash, many thoughts raced through Natalie’s mind, and her heart throbbed when she met Zane’s smiling eyes.

Just now... what did Zane say downstairs? He said she would regret it. Ha ha ha ha... indeed, a bit regretful now.

Unconsciously, Natalie snuggled the white blanket tighter around herself, wishing she could wrap herself up completely.

Zane loved seeing her in a red dress, and during the day, he’d been so jealous...

Natalie suddenly felt timid.

The last time she sneaked back to Astra City to watch Jason’s match, Zane caught her red-handed, and the jealous man didn’t care for her coyness, carrying her straight to... yes, it was Lantheon, too.

Natalie blinked and then focused her gaze on Zane with a smile.

"My husband, you have such long legs, you’re really skilled."

Having said that, just as Zane was momentarily dazzled by Natalie’s brilliant smile, she swiftly flung off the blanket and deftly ran towards the room, shutting the door as she moved—until, at the last moment, a foot suddenly blocked her way.

Natalie: ...

Done for, done for, Zane really got into the room, did this dog of a man think of how to get in while still downstairs? And on top of that, set a trap for her.

What’s troublesome is that, in such an urgent moment, Natalie still had thoughts to spare for Zane’s foot in the door.

Why did she use her hand to block the Sheffield Family’s door in Yenton?

Sigh, really speechless.

Natalie forced a smile. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Honey, does your foot hurt?"