When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 572

**Chapter 572: A Godfather in the Kitchen**

Baron leaned back in his chair, a dismissive wave of his hand punctuating his words, “He’s not worthy of my return to the Gunn family to inherit his filthy business.” The disdain in his voice was palpable, a reflection of the tumultuous history he shared with that family.

Layne, ever the opportunist, leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Then what about Yulia? Should we use her to stir up more chaos in the Gunn family?” The suggestion hung in the air, a tantalizing idea that could potentially unravel the Gunns’ carefully constructed façade.

Baron’s gaze drifted towards Natalie, who lay peacefully asleep in the other room. He felt a flicker of protectiveness surge within him. “No need for that,” he replied, his tone light but firm. “I want nothing to do with the Gunn family ever again. We’ll just wait and see how things unfold. As for Yulia, reject her outright and don’t contact her again. I have no favorable impression of anyone from that family.” His resolve was unyielding.

“Fine, fine. You’re the chairman. You call the shots,” Layne conceded, though he continued to mull over company matters in his mind. Baron, however, was already growing impatient with the conversation.

“Alright, if that’s all, I’m hanging up now. My wife is waking up soon, and I need to cook for her,” he stated, a hint of pride creeping into his voice.

Layne nearly choked on his own disbelief. “What did you say? The Chairman of Grant International Holdings, Murica’s Godfather, Mr. Baron, is actually cooking for a woman?” The incredulity was evident, and Baron could almost hear the laughter bubbling beneath Layne’s incredulous tone.

“It’s called domestic bliss. What would a single guy like you know about it?” Baron retorted, a smirk playing on his lips as he ended the call. But as he turned to head back to the kitchen, a sudden realization struck him—Natalie, who should have been nestled in bed, was nowhere to be found.

“Natalie!” Panic surged through him, and without thinking, he bolted out of the room. In his haste, he collided with a chair, the sharp pain radiating through his knee, but he brushed it aside, his concern for Natalie overshadowing everything else.

Hearing the commotion, Natalie rushed out of the bathroom, her expression one of confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked, still sporting the remnants of toothpaste foam at the corner of her mouth, her pajamas hanging loosely, and her beautiful eyes wide with concern.

Baron froze for a moment, taking in the sight of her. This was his villa, after all. Who would dare to snatch someone from Mr. Baron’s home? He had let his worries get the better of him. “It’s nothing, really. I just suddenly noticed you weren’t there and panicked a little,” he admitted, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he instinctively rubbed his knee, suddenly aware of the pain.

Natalie’s sharp eyes caught the movement. She glanced at the nearby lounge chair that had been pushed aside, recalling the crashing sound from earlier, and pieced it all together. “You were worried about me?” she asked softly, a smile breaking across her face, illuminating her features.

Baron rubbed his nose, avoiding her gaze, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him. It was a side of him she had never seen before—adorable and vulnerable.

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