An hour later, Natalie Vaughn began to regret making the bet with Felix Langdon.
Roasting a whole lamb is quite troubleso and takes a long ti, so it’s still not ready to taste, but other types of at are different.
The crispy aroma of pork belly, the perfect tenderness of beef skewers, the cheesy fragrance of grilled prawns, and even a simple grilled eggplant’s ripened softness are enough to make people drool.
Natalie tried all the dishes handled by Zane Thorne and couldn’t stop.
Even though Zane seed casual while cooking, he managed to perfect the seasoning and timing.
Natalie held a plate with a perfectly cooked beef skewer and walked over to Felix Langdon.
"President Langdon, have a beef skewer."
Offering kindness without reason, it’s either flattery or mischief.
Felix Langdon didn’t dare easily accept the beef skewer.
"Sis-in-law, if you have sothing to say, just say it. Spare the fear."
Saying this, he glanced aningfully towards Zane Thorne.
Zane gave a glance but only chuckled softly.
He knew exactly what Natalie’s little sches were.
This girl is usually smart, why is she being so earnest today, failing to see the bigger picture?
There are four legs of lamb; can Felix Langdon possibly eat them all by himself?
Natalie grinned and placed the beef skewer on an unused empty plate beside Felix Langdon.
"President Langdon, didn’t you teach recently? I’m busy learning from a martial arts teacher and morizing scripts, exhausting myself, forsaking sleep and als. I’ve lost nearly ten pounds in less than half a month. Filming is physical work; you need to eat and drink well to have energy, right? I think today’s lamb leg is a great supplent."
Felix Langdon: ...
Just say you want to eat the lamb leg directly, why detour so much, talking about learning from martial arts teachers, morizing scripts, and playing the victim. If he doesn’t give up the lamb leg, wouldn’t he be seen as a heartless boss exploiting his employees?
Moreover, he dare not truly be Natalie Vaughn’s boss.
Felix Langdon shook his head helplessly, even feeling Natalie didn’t need to learn from an acting teacher anymore.
"Sis-in-law."
Felix Langdon placed the beef skewer back onto Natalie’s plate.
"Eat more, you need to replenish."
Clearly, he didn’t take the bet seriously.
When Natalie smiled and returned to her seat, Zane placed a freshly grilled beef skewer onto her plate.
"Enough for you to eat."
After speaking, he scanned Natalie all over. She indeed lost ten pounds, which explained why she seed overly thin after returning.
Natalie didn’t hide her liking, nor did she spare her complints.
"With your skills, a food stall would surely be a hit."
Zane Thorne: ...
Does he need to have a stall to make a living?
Another skewer was placed in Natalie’s plate.
"Eating can’t shut your mouth."
Natalie smiled with curved eyes, tilting her head with a gleaming gaze at Zane.
"With such a skilled husband, will I enjoy endless delicious food in the future?"
Zane squinted his eyes. Only when she’s trying to please does Natalie speak sweetly.
That "husband" sounded pleasing, yet the man still harbored devious thoughts.
"I’m not a chef."
Saying this, he gazed at Natalie’s lips stained with oil for a long ti.
"To get sothing, you have to give sothing."
Natalie’s lip shape was pleasing, not too thin or thick, with delicate lip beads. It carried a pitiful air while also exuding sultry charm.
At this mont, due to eating, her lip makeup had smudged significantly, revealing her original color, appearing tender, and with the oil stain, tenderly adorable.
A greedy little kitten.
Zane thought of this phrase and laughed even before Natalie responded.
Natalie: ...
Zane: ...
"Why are you laughing?"
For the first ti, Zane uneasily glanced away, took a big gulp of wine, and then, thinking it too conspicuous, looked back at Natalie, raising his hand to pat her head lightly.
Lifting his chin, he subtly suggested.
"Cherish well."
Clearly, this young Thorne does not like to act personally.
But today is special, he’s happy and wanted to show off a bit.
Natalie also lives in the mont, without worrying if Zane will cook again, she must eat freely today.
Sunshine and autumn breeze.
Barbecue and wine.
Music and friends.
At this mont, enough to discard everything, every burden.
Sincerely and purely enjoy happiness.
Maybe too happy, or having drunk quite a bit, Natalie acted differently than usual.
A bit too clingy.
Zane stood up to check the situation of the whole lamb roasting, Natalie too got up, sticking close to his arm. When Zane stepped to the left, she leaned towards the left.
If Zane walked faster, she staggered to catch up.
The others thought she was drunk.
Only Zane knew, Natalie wasn’t drunk; her eyes were watery but conscious.
Just borrowing the spirit of the wine to act sticky.
Yet he didn’t quite understand why Natalie suddenly changed.
The whole lamb was almost ready; Zane carefully checked the condition of the lamb leg, Natalie noticed this detail, pressed closer to Zane, playfully tiptoed to his ear and blew a breath.
"My husband, you’re wonderful."
Natalie deliberately softened her throat, combined with the alcohol, her voice was like a deep mountain spring, captivating.
Even though aware she did it on purpose, Zane still felt his heart tremble at the "husband," his throat itching.
She knew exactly how to allure n, or rather, her tricks lured Zane perfectly.
Zane simply embraced her waist, reaching out to pinch her chin.
"Natalie, what do you want?"
Natalie blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
"I’ve changed the way I call you, won’t you change yours?"
Zane’s gaze deepened; now he understood Natalie’s intention.
But there still seed sothing strange.
Just days ago, this little girl seed indifferent to their marriage. Yet today, she not only applied exquisite makeup early but also her words grew ever sweeter.
Natalie was used to acting innocent and naughty. To him, "husband" carried ambiguous anings.
Was it just Natalie being mischievous, or did she hide so sincerity?
For a mont, Zane’s eyes were stormy.
Developing affection is a troubleso thing.
At least, for now.
She shouldn’t be moved yet.
"You’re drunk."
Zane suppressed the various emotions in his eyes, loosened the hand hugging Natalie’s waist as his face tightened with restraint.
Natalie’s mind wasn’t spinning as usual.
"I’m not drunk."
Zane steadied her, then withdrew his hand, repeating.
"You’re drunk."
Natalie’s gaze fluttered, her lashes trembled.
She finally understood Zane’s ssage.
She vaguely smiled, diverted her gaze to the sparse stars revealing themselves in the sky.
Turned out they’d been eating for so long, the sky was nearing darkness.
"Yes, I’m drunk."
Her body, just now soft as mud, now stood firmly like a pine.
Rushing over after finishing, Quentin Donovan happened to catch Natalie clinging to Zane, not looking carefully.
"Jas Vaughn, the sister you’ve taught, acting so intimately with a man in public, what does it look like?"
Upon hearing Quentin Donovan’s voice, Natalie turned around, repressing her doubts and emotions.
Her mouth lifted, still smiling brightly.
"I’ve gotten married today, legally wed."
Beside her stood the man, watching Natalie’s exceptionally clear eyes, the particularly bright smile, his deep eyes again filled with heavy gloom.
He lit a cigarette.
Natalie, in a few days.
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