Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 282: The Boss and the Boss’s Woman

Natalie Vaughn’s anger flared upon learning that this disgusting man was one of those who had conspired with Gideon Sheffield to sabotage Zane Thorne years ago.

She walked up to Zane Thorne.

"Was he the one who caused you to withdraw from the competition back then? Are you just going to let him walk away like this? You should go up and punch him again."

Natalie’s chest rose and fell in anger, while Zane, who had restrained most of his emotions, couldn’t help but laugh seeing her like this.

"If anyone should throw punches, it’s me. How could I let you do it?"

Nevertheless, Natalie still felt angry.

Zane chuckled and patted Natalie’s back: "Don’t be mad, it’s not worth it for someone like him. I won’t let him off easy."

Natalie looked up at Zane, seeing that he wasn’t in a terrible mood, she felt somewhat relieved.

Only now did Zane carefully look at Natalie’s outfit, leaning down to kiss her lips briefly.

"Mrs. Thorne looks wonderful today."

Natalie’s mood instantly brightened. She took two steps back and twirled in front of Zane.

"Really?"

Zane smoothly took her hand, and genuinely kissed the back of her hand.

"Yes, truly beautiful."

Natalie smiled.

"This was designed for me by my teacher two years ago. I never expected a chance happenstance would let me wear it."

Upon hearing this, Zane’s expression slightly shifted.

"When will you take me to meet your teacher? I’d love to have a drink with such a visionary person."

Zane’s gaze was anything but innocent; Natalie was too familiar with such a look. Her wearing the red dress was a temptation to Zane.

Natalie gazed at herself in the mirror from left to right.

"Do I really look so good in a red dress?"

Natalie never doubted her beauty. She believed she could try many styles; she loved all and found herself beautiful in any.

It was truly difficult for her to choose a favorite.

Zane stood behind Natalie.

Today, he wore a black shirt with the first three buttons undone, slightly revealing his chest muscles. The sleeves were rolled up, exposing the well-defined muscles of his arms. He hadn’t yet put on his suit jacket, giving him a somewhat rugged aura.

The picture was called: The Boss and His Lovely Wife.

Jack was stunned by this scene, seeing Natalie without heels appear petite next to Zane—the contrast between black and red was the ultimate pairing.

"Stop admiring yourself, come help me pick out shoes first."

Natalie elbowed Zane playfully in the chest.

"You’re coming with me to choose."

Their affectionate demeanor was like a newlywed couple on honeymoon. Any remaining fantasies in Jack’s mind were completely shattered.

"Here, these shoes haven’t been worn by anyone else. You should try them."

Natalie glanced at them.

They were high heels, at least ten centimeters high.

Natalie wasn’t fond of excessively high heels but considered them for the pairing—though she preferred a bit lower.

Seeing her reaction, Jack wasn’t pleased.

"What’s wrong? You don’t trust my pairing skills or don’t like the shoes?"

Judging from Jack’s expression, Natalie wondered if her refusal to try them would deeply wound Jack’s heart, making this his hardest and most disappointing day of the year.

Natalie sat on the sofa, reaching out to take the shoes from his hand, but Jack already bent down.

The service mindset ingrained in him, considering his clientele, serving guests who were either rich or noble—helping them with shoes was normal.

Seeing Jack’s slight frustration because of her instinctive move, Natalie laughed out loud.

"Give it to me, I’ll wear them myself."

Jack awkwardly handed the shoes to Natalie. Before she could take them, Zane knelt on the floor on one knee.

"Give them to me, I’ll help her put them on."

How could Zheng do such a thing???!!! Jack immediately pulled his hand back.

"Let me do it."

Natalie:... Jack truly adores Zane.

Zane didn’t say a word, simply looked at Jack, not withdrawing his hand. Reluctantly, Jack handed the shoes to Zane.

Handing them over, he murmured.

"You’re too good to your wife, aren’t you?"

Natalie couldn’t suppress a chuckle, speaking to Zane in Chinese.

"He seems hurt."

"Is there a problem with me being nice to you?"

"No problem."

Zane was adept at helping Natalie put on shoes, even developed a habit—rubbing his palms to ensure his hands were warm before touching Natalie’s feet.

The shoes were silver pointed heels, a very demanding style—luckily Natalie’s feet were slender, sliding into them without difficulty.

Once both shoes were on, Zane helped Natalie stand up.

With 12 cm heels, her aura was elevated, while Zane only matched in height by a few centimeters.

This time, the scene’s name wasn’t The Boss and His Lovely Wife, but...

The Boss and His Woman.

Even without the Boss, his Woman could fiercely confront all foes.

Natalie walked a few steps. The shoes paired with the outfit were indeed bright and bold—yet twelve-centimeter heels were high, needing constant tension while walking around the banquet—a night likely filled with hardship.

Zane glanced down at her taking a few steps.

"It looks good, but maybe swap them."

Natalie raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Why?"

"I’m afraid you’ll break a leg."

Natalie:... Her skills in high heels weren’t that terrible... at worst, just a sprained ankle.

"Let’s swap them then."

Jack:... Could you consider the stylist’s feelings a bit?

Natalie looked at Jack.

"Please help me find another pair."

Now that was the right attitude.

Jack tossed his hair nonchalantly, scoffing.

"As a beauty, wearing skyscraper heels is a fundamental skill. You ought to learn it."

Despite the words, he still earnestly searched for a pair of seven-centimeter heels. Thankfully he had various shoes there, and managed to find a similar silver pair.

Natalie was indeed beautiful.

Throughout the years, Jack encountered numerous types of beauties—Eldoria socialites, Brythania sweethearts, Russian beauties, Ukrainian models—among these, Natalie remained fresh to his senses.

It was a unique contradiction of allure combined with mystical Eastern beauty.

Jack ultimately was content looking at Natalie, as if admiring his work.

"Here’s some advice—the women at the banquet can be nasty; don’t easily believe them. If you end up embarrassed, it won’t just be you, don’t bring shame to Zheng."

Upon hearing this, Natalie raised an eyebrow, glancing down at her ensemble.

"You doubt your skills?"

"I’m confident; I just fear you being foolishly bullied."

Natalie:... It’s a first for someone to call her foolish.