The skies outside darkened gradually as twilight descended.
Natasha sat in front of the window, seemingly deep in thought.
Just then, the door to the room opened, and Kenneth entered the room.
He could make out Natasha's slender figure sitting there despite the dark lighting in the room. Her barely visible back appeared to be full of unspoken tales.
At a glance, Natasha was a mysterious and cool beauty that drew people closer. They sought to understand her, seeking to peel away her mysterious exterior like a coat.
Kenneth approached her and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Why aren't the lights on?”
Returning to her senses, Natasha raised her eyes to stare at him. “When did you get here?”
“You must have a lot on your mind if you didn't even hear me come in. What are you thinking about?” Kenneth inquired.
Natasha gently swirled the wine glass in her hand. “I'm a little tipsy from the red wine, so my reaction was a little sluggish.”
Kenneth picked up the half-empty wine bottle and stared at her. “What made you drink?”
“No reason. I just felt like drinking,” Natasha replied as she smiled at him.
Her smile pierced right through Kenneth's heart as he continued to gaze at her silently.
“So? Would you like some?” Natasha offered.
“All right,” Kenneth agreed readily.
“I'll fetch you a glass,” Natasha said as she stood up.
“You don't have to trouble yourself.” Kenneth grabbed her hastily.
The moment Natasha turned around, Kenneth suddenly stepped forward and pressed his lips against hers.
Natasha stood rooted to the spot, her eyelashes quivering slightly.
A moment later, Kenneth released her. Giving her a once-over, he muttered, “Sweet.”
Natasha laughed softly. “I see you've gotten better at sweet-talking, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Do you dislike it?” Kenneth asked.
She laughed again but did not elaborate. “I'll go get you a glass.” Upon saying that, she went to the cabinet.
Amusement colored Kenneth's eyes as he gazed at her figure.
Soon, Natasha came back with another glass and poured him some wine.
Glancing at Natasha, Kenneth said, “I'll be going out soon, so I can't drink too much.”
“Okay. A little is fine.” Natasha picked up Kenneth's glass and took a small sip.
Natasha did all the things unconsciously. However, to Kenneth, each and every one of her actions was irresistibly attractive.
“Is this okay?” Natasha asked.
Kenneth strode toward her and accepted the glass in her hand. “Nat, this isn't a lot to me.”
Natasha arched an eyebrow at him.
Kenneth brought the glass to his lips and downed everything in one go.
“Would you like more?”
Kenneth picked up Natasha's glass without speaking. There was still some wine left in hers. Raising the glass, he said, “This will suffice.”
He turned his gaze to Natasha as he downed the contents of her glass.
A hint of amusement permeated her indifferent expression as she gazed at him.
“Where are you going?” Natasha asked.
In a low voice, Kenneth replied, “There's something Dave and I need to take care of.”
Natasha nodded thoughtfully. “When are you leaving?”
Glancing at the time, Kenneth said, “In two hours.”
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