When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 573

**Chapter 573: A Late Start and a Visitor**

Baron often found himself wishing that he could be intertwined with his beloved wife, Natalie, every single moment of the day. The thought of being close to her, sharing laughter and warmth, filled him with a sense of joy that was hard to describe.

Natalie, on the other hand, was more than accommodating to his presence. However, she was acutely aware that once she stepped into the creative sanctuary of her studio, her focus would shift entirely to her designs. The vibrant world of colors, fabrics, and sketches would consume her, and Baron would likely find himself sidelined in the whirlwind of her creativity.

Being immersed in a realm that wasn’t his own felt tedious and uninspiring for Baron. He often felt like a spectator, watching Natalie dance through her artistic process while he struggled to find his footing.

With a playful glint in her eye, Natalie leaned in and pinched Baron’s cheek, her fingers discovering the surprisingly soft and springy texture of his skin. The sudden pinch contorted Baron’s face into a mix of confusion, leaving him caught between laughter and mock tears.

Natalie, however, erupted into a fit of laughter, her joy infectious.

“You look absolutely adorable like this! I simply must capture the moment!” she exclaimed, reaching for her phone.

“Honey, are you quite sure I look cute like this? How about I turn the tables and see if you look just as cute?” Baron replied, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

As he spoke, he lunged toward her, eliciting a shriek of laughter from Natalie as she spun around and dashed away, her playful spirit ignited.

But Baron was determined not to let her escape so easily. He swiftly grasped her hand, pulling her back into his embrace.

“I take it back! I was wrong, and I promise I won’t do it again,” he declared, his voice laced with mock sincerity.

Natalie, caught off guard by his unexpected charm, immediately begged for mercy, laughter still bubbling up from her lips.

Little did she know just how captivating she appeared at that moment, her laughter echoing through the room like music.

“Too late for that,” Baron replied, his voice low and teasing as he began to tickle her under her arms.

“Hahaha! Stop! Please!” Natalie squealed, her laughter filling the air as she squirmed and tried to escape his playful assault.

The two of them tumbled onto the bed, their playful roughhousing escalating into a delightful wrestle. They rolled together, their breaths becoming heavier, the bed creaking beneath them as they lost track of time.

When Natalie finally managed to extricate herself from the delightful chaos, she glanced at the clock and realized with shock that more than two hours had slipped away.

She shot Baron a weak glare, a mix of annoyance and affection in her eyes. “It’s nearly noon! How am I supposed to make it to the studio now?”

Baron, equally aware that they had dallied longer than intended, rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “You can still make it! I’ll take you after we grab a quick bite. Just wait here; I’ll whip something up for you.”

“It’s almost lunchtime! We should have been eating by now!” she protested, her voice playful but firm.

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