Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341

Kenneth's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the wine bottle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not a lot. Just one bottle. I also drank with Thalia for a while,” Natasha replied with a smile.

His heartbeat quickened at the sight of her flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “Do you still want to drink some more?”

After pondering for a moment, Natasha nodded. “Sure!”

“Come on. I'll take you somewhere else.” With that, he pulled her after him as he walked away.

She did not question him, allowing him to lead her away just like that.

Ten minutes later, Kenneth stopped in front of a bottle of red wine inside a massive wine cellar.

Meanwhile, Natasha scanned her surroundings. The room spanned over a hundred square meters, and its arched design was opulent and elegant.

A multitude of different wines lined both sides of the room. There were so many that one would find it somewhat overwhelming.

Randomly picking up a bottle and examining it, she realized it was extremely expensive.

This place can be described as a heaven for wine connoisseurs!

Just then, Kenneth brought out a bottle of red wine, and she walked over to him. “How about drinking this?” he asked.

Natasha nodded. “Sure!”

Kenneth immediately went to decant the wine. Seeing how well he knew his way around the place, she sat down to watch him. “Didn't you say you've never been here?”

He had his back toward her as he replied, “What I said was that I haven't been here after the two elderly people bought this place.”

“Oh?”

After decanting the wine, Kenneth walked toward her with the wine and two wineglasses, his relaxed stride exuding grace and elegance.

“The person who built this manor is a friend, so I've come to visit before.”

Natasha nodded after hearing his answer.

He poured her some wine and said, “Try it.”

She looked at it for a while before lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip.

“How is it?” he asked.

She nodded. “Not bad.”

He poured her a little more.

“Try it again.”

Once again, she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. However, her delicate brows furrowed slightly after she tasted it.

“Well?” he asked.

Natasha looked at him and said, “It tastes a little different from before...”

“That's the beauty of this wine. There are subtle changes with every sip you taste,” Kenneth explained.

She flicked her gaze toward him briefly. “It's my first time drinking a wine like this.”

“This bottle of wine is called Estee, and it comes from Ferropene. A man personally made it in his pursuit of the woman he loved. She loved drinking wine, so he decided to create one and gift it to her as a way of professing his love for her. He did everything himself, from the harvesting to the pressing, fermentation, aging, clarification, and bottling. There are only a hundred bottles of it in this world, and this is probably one of the few bottles left.”

“In that case, it must've cost a pretty penny!” Natasha exclaimed.

“Yes. It's priceless!”

“And after that?” she asked.

“After that?”

“What happened after that? Did the man win the heart of the woman he loved?” she queried.

“What do you think?”

“Probably not.”

Kenneth narrowed his eyes. “Why do you say so?”

“It must've taken him a long time to make the wine. So, someone else would've probably swept the woman off her feet already, right?” Natasha replied.

He could not help but laugh when he heard that. “Are you really that pessimistic?”

“That's not being pessimistic. It's called being realistic.”

Gazing at her, he continued, “When the man went looking for his beloved after making the wine, she did have a boyfriend already. The man was devastated. However, the wine he made caught a businessman's eye at the time. The man eventually became a well-known wine merchant in the area. After a successful wine-sharing session, he bumped into the woman he loved again. She was single then, so he confessed his feelings, and they ended up together!”

Natasha was unable to stop herself from smiling after hearing that. “As expected, happy endings only exist in stories.”

Kenneth looked at her quietly, his gaze deeply affectionate and focused.

Natasha turned to him. “Aren't you drinking?”

“I've had a lot to drink today. If I have anymore, I'm afraid I'll get drunk,” he replied.

“Why are you afraid of getting drunk? It's not like you're planning on leaving,” Natasha teased.

He gazed at her intently, his eyes ablaze with passion. “I'm just afraid I'll do something impulsive after I'm drunk.”

As soon as he said that, Natasha fell silent.

What had happened the other night was still vivid in her mind.

She rose to her feet at the recollection of those memories and walked around the wine cellar. Studying a bottle of wine on the racks, she picked it up for a closer look. “Kenneth.”

“Hmm?”

“That story just now... You didn't make it up yourself, did you?”

“What makes you say that?” Kenneth walked toward her.

She turned around and looked at him before saying, “I just have a feeling.”

Fixing his gaze on her, Kenneth strode forward. His tall figure towered over her. Lowering his eyes to look at her, he said, “Then, what do your feelings say about why I told you that story?”

She found it difficult to breathe because of his sudden close proximity. “So, you admit that it's a made-up story?”

“Mmm.” His low voice rumbled above her head.

“Why?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Look up and I'll tell you,” Kenneth replied, his voice husky.

The moment Natasha looked up, she felt his warm lips on hers.

He caressed her face and pressed her against the wine racks, kissing her as though he was spellbound.

After some time, Natasha pushed him away.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he asked in a hoarse voice, “What's the matter?”

“The wine.”

He took the bottle of wine from her and placed it back on the rack.

Then, before she could utter another word, he cradled her face and kissed her again. That time, he was a little more impatient and aggressive than before...

Meanwhile, the triplets and Thalia were over on the balcony.

Thalia eyed them as she asked, “Why so mysterious? What do you want to say?”

“To be frank, I don't know either!”

Benjamin turned to Anthony. “Tony, what is it that you want to say?”

Glancing at Thalia, Anthony said, “Come somewhere with me tomorrow.”

“Where to?”

“To grab the goods,” he replied with a grin.

“What do you mean?” she pressed.

“Vermillion Base is transferring goods for the last time at the jetty,” Anthony explained briefly.

As soon as she heard that, she asked, “You're planning something against Vermillion Base?”

“So what if I am?” Anthony retorted.

“What do you mean 'so what'? Your actions will cause Darknetz to make enemies, that's what!”

“Just tell me, are you going or not?” Anthony demanded bluntly.

Thalia hesitated. “Vermillion Base isn't just any ordinary organization... Besides, how are the two of us supposed to take on a group of them?”

“Who says it'll just be the two of us?” Anthony countered.

“Who else, then?”

Anthony grinned. “You'll find out if you go.”

Seeing the secretive look on Anthony's face, Thalia frowned. “Every time you grin like that, I get an ominous feeling. What evil plan have you hatched this time?”