Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 318: Natalie Vaughn Cooks (Part 1)

Natalie Vaughn rarely intervenes in Zane Thorne’s matters, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care. And Zane knows exactly what Natalie is thinking, even if she doesn’t say it out loud.

This is their mutual understanding.

Zane holds Natalie in his arms, gently patting her waist.

"I know what I’m doing, don’t worry."

The tactics of those people always start with those around him, using his attachment to emotions back then to drive him off the race track, and now they still exploit his emotions.

First his wife, then his club members.

But they forget that he is no longer the Zane of the past.

He’s never lacked the resources.

If they want to play games, he’ll play with them.

"For now, don’t drive yourself. I’ll personally take you around."

Natalie knows Zane is doing this to eliminate the worries at the back of his mind.

"There’s really no need for you to pick me up personally. I can manage myself, or get the bodyguards to do it. You focus on your own business."

Be it training or anything else.

After a moment of silence, Zane finally agrees to Natalie’s request. Later, Natalie learns that Zane has arranged for a veteran racer, with superb driving skills, to take care of things after retirement.

Natalie is indeed exhausted, and after exchanging a few words with Zane, she feels her tense spirit relax.

Once she falls asleep, Zane gets up and goes to the study.

Danny really doesn’t have a brain. Even though his results weren’t too bad back when he was a professional racer, the few championships he did win were during races when Zane wasn’t around, and in those won races, some of the seeded players strangely ended up in trouble.

Zane investigated and discovered the people behind Danny.

It’s an old car group that proposed hosting races a century ago. Even now, this group holds significant influence.

Today’s racing competitions aren’t as pure as they used to be, intertwined with complex interests involving too many people.

The stakeholders behind a race’s champion are unimaginable.

Back then, Zane’s momentum was too strong, yet he was focused solely on racing, uninterested in endorsements or collaborations.

In a world mixed with colors, such pure passion is like a drop of clean water often rejected by a tainted vat.

Either the water gets stained, or it is rejected.

Now, Zane’s return shakes their pie of interests once again.

Zane understands this clearly, but he’s never been afraid. Back then, he was too naive about Gideon Sheffield, too arrogant to believe those people would dare touch him, confident he wouldn’t fall for their tricks.

Now it’s different. Since they want to play, he’ll play with them.

Without Zane by her side, Natalie’s sleep isn’t restful, waking up after just one or two hours. Feeling the coldness on the other side of the bed, she knows Zane hasn’t slept at all.

She can’t fall back asleep either.

Instead of heading to the study, Natalie turns on the light in the room.

Having visited Lake Vesperia, she seems to have a preliminary idea of her ideal wedding dress.

Once inspiration strikes, fatigue automatically vanishes. Natalie begins sketching on paper, and before long, a silhouette of a wedding dress takes shape.

The meticulous work is far more complex, and once Natalie starts, she finds it difficult to stop. By the time dawn breaks, she puts down her pen.

Zane hasn’t slept all night.

Thinking of this, Natalie goes to the bathroom for a quick wash before heading downstairs.

She wants to make breakfast for Zane.

However, as someone pampered since childhood, never needing to lift a finger in the kitchen, it’s unlikely she’d suddenly learn such skills upon growing up. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Fortunately, it’s already broad daylight in China, allowing Natalie to consult her mother’s simple and nutritious breakfast recipes.

This is the first time Mrs. Vaughn receives such a request, overjoyed, she calls via video immediately.

"Nina, first open the fridge and show mom what ingredients you have."

Natalie obediently opens the fridge, adjusts the camera to capture every corner.

With the maid regularly cleaning and cooking, the fridge is stocked with fresh ingredients.

Mrs. Vaughn nods in satisfaction.

"If Zane stayed up all night, he should have something warm for breakfast. You can take the fish out and make a soup, then add some noodles; it’s quite simple."

Natalie’s brow slightly furrows.

Is making soup really that simple?

Uncertain, yet since mom suggests fish soup is good for Zane’s stomach, she’ll go with it. After all, there’s plenty of time now.

"By the way, mom, is fish soup okay for someone who’s injured?"

She reasons simply: if she’s making soup, might as well make enough for everyone.

Hearing this, Mrs. Vaughn grows a bit tense.

"Injured? Nina, who got injured?"

"Mom, just some kids at the club, nothing serious, don’t worry."

Mrs. Vaughn relaxes.

"Certainly, they can drink fish soup; it’s nourishing. Just check with the attending doctor."

Natalie nods, taking out the fish.

Luckily, the maid has already prepared it, otherwise who knows if Natalie could handle it; unwilling is certain.

After gathering all necessary ingredients, Natalie gets a stand for the phone.

"Alright, mom, what should I do next?"

Mrs. Vaughn’s cooking style involves prepping everything before turning on the stove, and she teaches the same way.

"Nina, start by handling the side ingredients, slice the ginger, cut the tofu into small cubes."

Natalie nods, spending quite a while finding where the knives are placed. Among the numerous knives, she only recognizes the fruit knife and randomly picks one.

The blade glimmers briefly, startling Mrs. Vaughn at the sight.

"Oh my, sweetheart, be careful, that’s a cleaver, way too big; put it back properly, don’t hurt yourself."

Natalie responds with a "Got it," putting the knife back and choosing a relatively smaller one.

Mrs. Vaughn has also reached the kitchen, having someone hold her phone as she personally demonstrates how to slice ginger.

"Slice it first, then into strips. Nina, did you get it?"

Natalie watches once, thinking it’s really simple.

Half a minute later...

Natalie realizes she understands with her eyes, but her hands won’t cooperate.

Why doesn’t this ginger behave? No matter how tightly she grips, it slips away just when she’s about to cut it. Without her quick reflexes, she might have cut her hand several times now.

Mrs. Vaughn watches anxiously.

"Nina, don’t hurt yourself, take it slow!"

Natalie furrows her brows, discovering another method.

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