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.”
Natasha nodded once again.
Kenneth looked at her and asked, “What is it?”
Pouring herself another glass of red wine, Natasha shook her head as she sipped her drink. “It's nothing.”
Kenneth scrutinized her.
“Would you like some more? One last glass?” Natasha asked as she looked at him.
He couldn't possibly reject her offer since she had asked so nicely. He could only nod in agreement. “Okay.”
Smirking, Natasha filled his glass halfway.
This time, Kenneth was not in a rush to finish his drink. He watched Natasha intently.
Each and every move she made while drinking the wine was exquisitely graceful and pleasing to the eye.
It wasn't until Natasha finished did she notice Kenneth staring at her. “Is there something on my face?”
“Yes.” Kenneth nodded.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Nat, you're not acting like yourself tonight,” Kenneth murmured.
“How am I different?” Natasha retorted.
Kenneth mulled it over. “You seem to be smiling a lot more today. You're also chattier than usual.”
“So, you're saying that I usually don't smile and I talk less?”
“I'm not saying that—it's just a fact!” Kenneth declared.
Narrowing her eyes, Natasha pondered for a moment before asking, “Do you prefer me this way?”
Kenneth's eyes were filled with love and adoration as he replied, “I like you no matter how you are.”
Natasha gazed at him. “Won't you stay and chat with me?”
Kenneth nodded. “Sure. What would you like to talk about?”
“Anything!”
Kenneth ventured, “Nat, what do you think of a wedding at sea?”
His comment was completely unexpected. “A wedding at sea?”
Kenneth nodded in response. “I suddenly remembered that I own a small island and a yacht. We can have the ceremony on the island, then the reception on the yacht. What do you think?”
Based on his description alone, Natasha could already picture it all in her mind.
When Kenneth saw that she was not speaking, he added, “Nat, I know you've never enjoyed crowded places. But I thought it over. It's a once-in-a-lifetime event for us. I wish to give you a proper wedding ceremony. I promise you can act as you please on that day, but please let me hold a proper ceremony.”
Natasha's gaze softened as she pored over his handsome features. It was a long moment before she finally replied, “Kenneth, it may be a once-in-a-lifetime event for others, but it will be our second wedding.”
Kenneth stared at her intently. “We were married by law, and this would be our first wedding ceremony.”
His words made her smile. Yet, her clear eyes were filled with inexplicable intensity.
“Don't you want to?” Kenneth asked.
Natasha stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.
“I do,” she murmured. Perhaps it was due to the effects of the wine, for her eyes were unusually beguiling and her voice seductive. It fanned his desire.
Kenneth's Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze visibly darkened.
Natasha glanced at him, seemingly having no intention of stopping there. She reached out and began to unbutton his shirt. “Kenneth, do you remember what happened the last time we both got drunk?”
Upon saying that, she shifted her gaze to stare into his eyes directly.
Kenneth drank her in with dark, heated eyes that concealed a burning desire. A burning urge surged up from his abdomen.
“Of course I remember,” Kenneth replied hoarsely.
“If I said I wanted to, would you be willing to continue where we left off the other night?” Natasha asked.
The next second, Kenneth leaned forward. “With pleasure.” That said, he pressed her against the table and kissed her.
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