Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 298: If Others Wrong Me, I Shall Return the Favor

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: If Others Wrong Me, I Shall Return the Favor

Natalie Vaughn couldn’t help but feel happy at the thought of Zane Thorne accompanying her to class in a couple of days.

"Actually, today could become an anniversary too."

Zane didn’t understand.

Natalie got up and sat down on Zane’s lap.

"Give me your hand."

Zane handed his hand to Natalie.

Natalie slowly removed the ring from his ring finger, and then slipped on something cold.

Zane’s eyebrows moved slightly. He looked down at the diamond ring on his finger and reached out to grab Natalie’s wrist.

"When did you prepare this?"

In Zane’s tense voice, Natalie could hear some emotion.

"The previous ring was too understated. Many people still didn’t believe I was married. I’m there to study well. I don’t want others bothering me."

Zane hadn’t thought this would be an issue. He pressed his lips together.

"Why didn’t you mention it to me?"

Natalie looked at him with amusement.

"Why should I tell you? Isn’t it the same whether I buy it or you buy it?"

"It’s not the same."

Natalie’s eyebrows arched slightly.

"So do you think only men can buy diamond rings?"

Zane paused for a moment, then shook his head.

He understood what Natalie meant. However, he felt like he had been too focused on his own matters lately, neglecting Natalie. She had always been the one caring for him.

"Since you don’t think that way, there’s no difference whether I buy it or you buy it. Your money is my money, isn’t it?"

Hearing this, Zane didn’t feel as upset anymore.

They were both financially secure, and Natalie wasn’t bothered by such things. When they got married, they never discussed these aspects, and Natalie even casually left the card he gave her in a drawer.

He hoped Natalie would use his money and feel a sense of ownership.

"Hmm."

Zane held Natalie a bit tighter, considering what they could do together on his day off.

Natalie playfully tapped him.

"Why hold so tight? Are you that moved? Aren’t you planning to put it on me?"

Zane then loosened his grip.

Actually, Natalie had already put it on herself earlier. It was just that Zane’s reaction had been off, so she had secretly taken the ring off again.

After all, when they bought the first pair of rings, Zane was displeased because she took out her card to pay.

"Both times I asked you to put it on for me. Can’t you take the initiative?"

Natalie spoke while laughing, and Zane finally laughed along.

He carefully put the ring on Natalie’s finger, then bowed his head and kissed it devoutly.

Their silhouettes fell against the wall, the candlelight twinkled, their figures pressed tightly together, like the most beautiful shadow painting.

And Zane was the knight conquered by love, willingly bowing his head before the princess.

No words were needed between them, their emotions spread like seaweed.

At this moment, seeing Zane’s lowered eyebrows, Natalie strongly wanted to have a child with Zane.

She thought that Zane, as a father, would be even more gentle.

...

Natalie got caught in a plagiarism scandal.

In a recent assignment, a classmate’s work was remarkably similar in style and color to hers.

"And I thought Bartery’s student of two years would be amazing. Turns out it’s plagiarism."

The speaker was a good friend of that classmate.

Natalie looked over. She hadn’t interacted much with the class, but she knew of a few cliques.

These two girls had always been displeased with her.

Everyone was jealous of how Natalie had been favored by Bartery from the start. They usually hid it and pretended to befriend her. But at times like this, their true nature emerged.

"Yeah, I thought she was more talented."

"The teacher must have been fooled by such a lousy person."

"If she plagiarizes even an assignment, who knows how she made her previous works."

"I used to admire her designs."

"..."

Everyone thought Natalie would panic under so much pressure.

But Natalie just glanced at them and snorted coldly.

"When two similar works appear, why do you assume I’m the one who plagiarized?"

The girl tried to speak, but Natalie cut her off.

"First, whether it’s plagiarism is still uncertain, and you have no right to judge if it is. Secondly, I don’t think the words of someone with preconceived notions have any credibility."

Natalie stepped forward and took both works.

She stared intently at the other’s work.

"I don’t spend much time at school. The only time was two hours in the study room last week. The weather wasn’t great that day. If I’m not mistaken, you were in the same study room with me."

Natalie walked up to the person.

"Now we can have the school check the surveillance from that day. I left once, and I pressed my sketches into a book. I didn’t pay attention then, but thinking back, the book was clearly moved when I returned."

With that, Natalie leaned closer.

"Did you tamper with it?"

The person’s eyes shifted, and they took a step back.

"Stop making baseless accusations."

Seeing this reaction, Natalie smirked, standing upright.

"You know if I’m making baseless accusations. We’ve done quite a few assignments recently, this classmate’s techniques and style."

Natalie displayed her work.

"It’s truly eye-opening how one person can have such drastic changes in technique and style within a month."

After saying this, there was a long silence in the classroom.

The girl’s friend was discontent.

"Just because you can’t do it, doesn’t mean others can’t. What proof do you have for what you just said?"

Natalie’s eyebrows rose.

"No proof."

"Then..."

Natalie stepped forward, gesturing for silence.

"Don’t forget, you don’t have any proof either."

With that, Natalie turned to the silent Bartery at the podium.

"Teacher, if I remember correctly, you know an expert in authentication. You can invite the expert to come."

Upon this suggestion, quiet murmurs began in the classroom.

Natalie turned to the two girls.

"For us, as designers, the word plagiarism is too heavy. It’s better to do an evaluation sooner. Don’t you agree?"

With that, Natalie let out a mocking laugh.

How arrogant they were just moments ago, now how nervous. Finally, they panicked and didn’t want to escalate things.

"Maybe it’s just a coincidence. I really like your work. I’ve been observing your designs, so maybe my style changed naturally."

"It’s fine, leave it to the experts for evaluation. There’s no need to say anything now."

Natalie had always adhered to the principle: If you don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke you. But if you do, I’ll repay you a thousandfold.