Natalie Vaughn, a student who waited two years for Bartery, caused quite a stir at CSM, with everyone closely monitoring her every move.
Compared to their curiosity, Natalie remained calm and composed, attending classes quietly without showcasing too much.
Right after class, Natalie packed her things and was about to leave when Bartery called out to her.
"There’s a show coming up that I want you to attend with , in Eldoria."
Natalie nodded in agreent, raising her hand to check the ti.
"Teacher, my husband is waiting for . I’ll talk to you when I have more ti."
After saying this, Natalie gave Bartery a slight bow.
Bartery couldn’t stop Natalie and watched her back in frustration; she was clearly the sa as she was two years ago!
Other students in the class: ????? This new student is amazing, she isn’t even afraid of Bartery.
Natalie didn’t care what others thought; Zane Thorne had been waiting for her for quite a while. A long ti ago, Natalie thought that she wouldn’t be clingy in a relationship. But after marrying Zane, she found herself wanting to be with him all the ti.
As soon as she stepped out the door, Natalie spotted Zane.
He was leaning against the car, holding a bouquet of roses, looking at his phone. Passersby couldn’t help but glance his way, especially won.
Zane’s face and physique were captivating even abroad, aligning with everyone’s aesthetic.
Seeing him filled Natalie’s heart with pride. She bounced over, pretending to be a passerby beauty who didn’t know him.
"Sir, have so ti for a drink together?"
Zane had sensed her presence as she ran over. He put down his phone, looked at Natalie’s smiling face, and played along.
"If it’s you, I’d make ti to have a drink with you."
Natalie blinked.
"What was your original plan, sir?"
"To pick up my wife."
Natalie’s eyes fell on the roses in his hand.
"These flowers are beautiful. Are they for your wife?"
Zane looked down at the vibrant red roses, smiled, and offered them to Natalie.
"If you like them, they’re yours."
Natalie accepted the roses, then swiftly swung her bag at him.
"How nice, giving the flowers ant for to soone hitting on you!"
Natalie didn’t intend to actually hit Zane, so he easily dodged. Laughing, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Are you happy?"
Natalie rolled her eyes a little.
"How can I be happy when you’re so easily flirted with?"
But she couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips. Natalie was easy to please; as long as it was from the right person, she’d be happy with anything—coming to pick her up with a flower was already enough.
"Saying one thing and aning another."
Zane chuckled and playfully tapped her nose.
Natalie leaned in to sniff the flowers.
"Where did you buy these?"
Zane feigned mystery.
"You’ll find out later."
Natalie didn’t press further. They still needed to get styled, and there wasn’t much ti. Zane was taking her to the most exclusive salon in Kensingport. She had heard Vivian ntion it once, stating that the salon owner had a peculiar temper. Securing an appointnt depended entirely on the owner’s mood.
"How did you get the appointnt?"
Natalie was genuinely curious and couldn’t think of any connection Zane might have with a stylist.
Zane’s face was unusually stiff.
"Just made a call."
Natalie was even more puzzled.
"Really?"
Could a call really secure an appointnt? Vivian had tried calling, emailing, and even showing up in person but was always turned down. Why was it so easy for Zane?
"Yeah, just a call."
And that was indeed the case.
However, when Natalie got to the salon, she finally understood why it was so easy for Zane to make the reservation.
The stylist was a huge fan of Zane’s, an incredibly loyal super-fan, even a boyfriend-fan.
As soon as they entered, a man in a deep-v suit, well-styled hair, and light makeup rushed over.
"Zheng! You finally ca, I’ve been waiting for you for ages!"
Before he could give Zane a massive hug, Zane swiftly dodged, leaving the man to hug the air.
Natalie stood on the sidelines, watching the show unfold.
Jack only had eyes for Zane, not even noticing the person who walked in with him.
"Zheng! You finally contacted , I’ve waited five whole years!"
Jack and Zane t at a gala. At that ti, Zane had just founded GN Group and needed to attend nurous events. He couldn’t even rember when he got Jack’s business card. Recalling it now, he called Alan and found out that Kensingport’s most renowned stylist was one of his fans.
Natalie was stunned by Jack’s dramatic reaction, stepping back a little.
Five years?
What’s with this unrequited tragic drama?
Zane felt a bit of a headache. Alan had warned him that Jack was a bit obsessive. He thought it wouldn’t be an issue, but now realized it was quite problematic.
He’d known Leo Chandler for five years and had developed so discernnt.
This Jack wasn’t just a fan...
Zane wanted to find another place, but there was no ti. Plus, this was the best in Kensingport, and he wanted the best for Natalie.
With that in mind, he wrapped an arm around Natalie, pulling her close.
"This is my wife, I’ll leave her in your care tonight."
As expected, Jack looked shocked, glancing sharply at Natalie.
Having watched for a while, Natalie had sowhat guessed Jack’s feelings. She put on a very sociable smile.
"Hello, I’m Kristin, Zheng’s wife."
Jack scrutinized Natalie from head to toe, and realizing that she was both beautiful in appearance and figure, his expression turned sour.
"Zheng! When did you get married?"
Zane didn’t like how Jack assud familiarity and position.
"If you don’t wish to do it, we can always go elsewhere."
Jack’s face changed, quickly altering his deanor.
"Of course, of course, leave it to . I’ll make sure your... wife becos the most beautiful one."
Natalie raised an eyebrow at Zane, then realized his earlier threat was just a tactic. She reached out, covertly pinching his waist where nobody could see.
Zane subtly grabbed her hand, squeezing it in his palm.
Their affectionate display deeply pained Jack’s eyes, and for a mont, Natalie felt a bit sorry for Jack.
Amused, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered to Zane.
"Why is it that being your wife ans guarding not just against won, but n too?"
"You don’t need to guard against anyone. I’m all yours."
The couple conversed in Mandarin, which Jack couldn’t understand at all. But their affectionate interaction was too glaring, causing Jack to pout, pitifully.
Natalie watched him and chuckled inwardly.
Aah, this is indeed the correct way to show off affection.
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