The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541 A Familiar Figure

Jefford cast a sideways glance at him. “What’s on your mind, sir?”

“What do you think of her?” Kenneth glanced up at Jefford.

Jefford thought for a moment before he spoke. “Ms. Nichols is pleasant and well-mannered without any airs about her. In short, she’s a decent young woman.”

“What do you think of her compares to Yara?”

Jefford hesitated, unsure where Kenneth was getting at.

“There’s no one else here but us. Speak your mind.”

“Ms. Yara knows you well, sir. When she plays a game with you, she wouldn’t think to exert herself to beat you. Ms. Nichols, on the other hand, did you the courtesy of treating you like an equal worthy of the extent of her full abilities.” After a slight pause, Jefford continued, “You didn’t seem to mind it at all, sir. Somehow, I got the sense that you actually respect her for it.”

“I do,” Kenneth admitted with a sigh. “Yara, bless the child, knows what I like to hear. While I do enjoy that, Natalie has earned my respect. That in itself would cause me to be more partial toward the girl, wouldn’t it?”

Jefford did not fail to notice the fact that Kenneth called Yara the child”, and Natalie the “girl”.

Though it seemed inconsequential at first, it was already sufficient proof of the distinction Kenneth had drawn in his mind on both women.

Jefford was greatly surprised at his master’s words. How quickly he had changed his mind about her!

After ensuring that all four children were buckled into their seats, Billy headed back to the Bowers residence while Natalie left with Samuel in his Hummer.

As soon as she settled in her seat, Samuel’s vast chest pressed into hers.

Natalie thought that Samuel was about to kiss her and involuntarily closed her eyes until she heard a click before opening them and realizing that he had merely leaned over to fasten the seatbelt for her.

“Are you disappointed that I didn’t kiss you?” Samuel raised his eyebrows wickedly.

“You wish,” she scoffed with a glare. “I’m not a pervert like you.”