Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 187

Chapter 187 You Are My Type

In the car, Natasha looked at Kenneth. "Where on earth are you taking me?"

"You'll know when we get there!" he replied with a solemn expression, looking rather displeased.

Natasha could see that he was trying to be mysterious, so she stopped asking and closed her eyes to catch some sleep instead. Soon, the car stopped in front of a private club.

Getting down from the car, Kenneth glanced at Natasha. "Let's go!"

Without any questions, Natasha followed him inside.

As soon as they walked inside, a man came out. He was fat, dressed in the latest fashion, and walked with a waddling gait.

"Mr. Hamilton? I didn't expect to see you here!" Upon finishing his question, his eyes were fixed on Natasha. "What a beautiful girl, Mr. Hamilton. I see you've found yourself a gem. Is she an actress who's about to make her debut? She will definitely be a hit!"

Kenneth lowered his eyes and glanced at Natasha, curling the corners of his lips upward. "No."

"Oh, then who is she?"

Kenneth did not try to explain but just looked at him. "I'm in a hurry. Can it be done in one hour?" "One hour? Judging by how pretty she already is, half an hour should suffice!" the man replied. "She's yours, then!"

"No problem!" He looked at Natasha as he spoke. "Miss, please come with me."

Natasha frowned and looked at Kenneth questioningly.

"Sunny belongs to the best image styling team in the country. You can trust him," Kenneth said.

Natasha had some questions, but on second thought, decided that it was pointless to ask since she was already here.

She decided to just go along and followed Sunny.

The dressing room was brightly lit.

The moment Natasha sat down, Sunny's team came over, but he said, “It's rare to see such a beautiful woman, so there is not much that needs to be improved. However, I'll do it myself!" After hearing this, the styling team nodded.

"By the way, take out our prettiest gown. It's the champagne-colored one with gauze on the chest."

"But Sunny, that is the most treasured item in your shop, isn't it?"

"The best gown is best suited for the prettiest woman. Today, it has met its proper owner!" Sunny looked at Natasha and his lips curved in a smile.

Seeing that his team members were still standing there, Sunny hurried them along. "Go and get it quickly."

"Yes, sir!" the team members replied and went off immediately.

At this point, Sunny began to work on cleaning Natasha's face and applying makeup for her.

Natasha had a good foundation. She had fair and delicate skin all over her body, and she did not need too much whitewashing. Although the room for improvement was small, he still tried his best to further accentuate her good points.

Natasha had never been styled like that before, so she would sometimes furrow her brows and sometimes move her neck which made it difficult for Sunny to do his job.

With a sigh, he asked, "Miss, is this the first time you wear makeup?"

"I do it myself sometimes," Natasha replied.

"Has someone else helped you apply before?"

"No. You're the first one to do it for me."

"Well, then I am honored!" said Sunny. "Indeed."

Sunny was speechless.

This girl's character is quite arrogant and frank.

"Just give me a few minutes. Sit still, and I promise you that you will be the belle of the ball!" Sunny said.

Natasha wanted to say that she did not care about that at all, but for the sake of getting it done quickly, she cooperated with him.

After ten minutes, Sunny was done dolling her up. His eyes lit up as he admired his work.

"Okay. You can open your eyes now!" he told her.

Natasha opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror in a daze.

The makeup was light and barely noticeable, yet she looked different. In short, she did not look like the same person at all.

Natasha had never seen herself looking like this before, so she frowned.

"What do you think? You are beautiful, aren't you?" Sunny asked.

"Is that me?" Natasha asked.

Sunny laughed. "Of course, it is, but it is a more attractive version of you."

Natasha continued looking at her reflection and still felt weird.

At this moment, the styling team came in with the gown. When Sunny saw it, he immediately held it up before Natasha and imagined her wearing it. He then smiled broadly. "Yes, this is the one!" With that, Sunny looked at Natasha. “You can change into the gown now!"

Natasha looked at it, took it, and went into the changing room.

Her movement was so casual when she grabbed the gown that the entire image styling team almost gasped. The gown was precious to them, and yet she just took it nonchalantly without caring that she might damage it.

After a few minutes, Natasha came out of the changing room.

The very moment she came out, everyone around froze in awe.

She was already beautiful, but at that instant, her charm was even more startling.

Even though Sunny was expecting this, he could not help being stunned to see how the gown looked on her.

"Mr. Sunny, this..."

Sunny laughed as he spoke. "This gown has finally found its true owner. All our efforts are worthwhile!"

Then, Sunny walked over to Natasha. “Miss, let's go. Mr. Hamilton is waiting outside for you!"

She felt relieved that all the fuss was finally over and walked outside with Sunny.

At this moment, Kenneth was outside, making a call.

"Look, Mr. Hamilton. Are you satisfied?" Sunny said.

Kenneth turned around as Natasha came walking toward him.

The champagne-colored flowing gown made her waistline look perfect. She was very slender, her collarbone was fully visible, and a thin layer of semi-transparent gauze surrounded her upper body, making her appear seductive.

Her makeup was light, but it gave her an ethereal look, cool and noble.

When Kenneth saw her, he was stunned for a moment.

Sunny could not help but laugh. "Mr. Hamilton, this gown is the most prized treasure in our store. We are basically giving you our whole heart!"

Kenneth came back to his senses, kept his phone, and walked over to Natasha.

Her long hair was permed to look slightly wavy, casual, and natural. Gazing at her, Kenneth's lips curved in a smile.

Kenneth nodded and hummed in satisfaction before turning to look at Sunny. "Don't worry. You will be well-rewarded!"

Sunny smiled. "I'm relieved to hear this from you. My efforts won't be going to waste."

Kenneth's eyes were once again fixed on Natasha.

Seeing the few strands of straying hair beside her face, Kenneth stretched out his hand to push them behind her ear. His action was suggestive and ambiguous. Natasha felt extremely uncomfortable and raised her eyes to look at him. "Kenneth, don't you think I look strange?"

Kenneth smiled and gazed at her intently. "No, I don't think so. I think you're pretty."

Natasha nodded after a few moments of silence. "I see. So this is your type."

Kenneth was speechless.

Sunny, on the other hand, could not help bursting into laughter.

At that moment, Kenneth took a step forward, his tall and broad shadow shrouding her whole body. He looked at her earnestly and said, "No. You are my type." Natasha was stunned.

[7:34 PM, 8/20/2022] Adeel Czn: Chapter 188 Jealousy

In the face of such an unexpected confession, inexplicable emotions flashed across Natasha's eyes, but she did not say anything.

However, Kenneth only stared at her with a smile. "Let's go."

With that, he took her hand and put it on his arm.

When he held her hand, he noticed the bruises on her wrist and he frowned, seemingly concerned.

In the car, Kenneth gazed at Natasha and asked in a low voice, "Is that friend of yours a doctor?"

Surprised, Natasha turned around to look at him, and their eyes met. "How did you know? Do you know him?"

Kenneth pursed his lips but did not speak. His dark eyes fell on her wrist worriedly. "What happened to your wrist?"

Natasha lowered her eyes to look at her own wrist. It was dark inside the car, and the bruises were not visible. So, Kenneth must have already seen them a moment ago.

She pursed her lips. "It's nothing but some old injury."

"Each time you go to Grecia Hotel, is it to seek treatment from him?" Kenneth's eyebrows were raised as he looked at her questioningly.

He remembered that the last time he met Natasha in Grecia Hotel, she did not look well. He had hurt her unintentionally when he grasped her hand. At that time, he had thought it was Gary who injured her, so he did not think too much about it, but he once again saw the bruises on her wrist today. So, he put two and two together.

Natasha did not deny it but rather nodded. "Yeah."

Kenneth frowned. "Why didn't you tell me? I can recommend a better doctor."

She curled her lips. "He knows everything about my injuries. If he cannot help, no one can. He is the best doctor for this!" Natasha turned around to look him straight in the eye as she spoke. Kenneth was not pleased to hear her complimenting another man, so he frowned, feeling upset.

"Why do you trust him so much?" Kenneth asked, looking at her. There were no changes in his facial expression but the jealousy in his tone was so obvious that even the driver could sense it. Natasha was not insensitive, so she had detected it, too. However, she was uncertain as to how she should respond.

After some thought, she spoke. "Of course. He is my friend, so I do trust him."

Kenneth narrowed his eyes, looking at her. "He's your friend? Just a friend?"

"Yeah. Who else do you think he is to me?" Natasha replied with a question. Her eyes were glimmering, making her look even more attractive.

After that, she seemed to remember something and said with sarcasm, "Oh, I almost forgot. To you, there might be many types of 'friends,' but I'm not like you. To me, there is only one type of friend. A friend is just a friend."

Even though he knew she was mocking him, Kenneth was not angry at all.

Instead, her method of explanation brought a smile to his face.

He knew how Natasha handled relationships.

She saw everything in black and white.

Although he was rather upset to see her walking out of Grecia Hotel with Spencer in the beginning, he could sense that there was nothing between them when he watched closely. The way Spencer looked at Natasha was different from the way Zachary did.

Although they seemed close, a man could tell what another man was thinking from his gaze.

In Spencer's eyes, there was no desire for Natasha.

Plus, when Kenneth took Natasha's hand, the look in her eyes was strange, but she didn't get angry.

Hearing Natasha make that explanation, he completely calmed down and felt at ease.

Kenneth looked at her, his usually low voice raised slightly, tinged with some pleasure. "In the future, I will follow your example. I'll only have one type of friend, and I'll listen to whatever you say." Natasha fell silent.

As she looked at his charming face and his deep eyes, she didn't know what to say.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Hotel Manor.

Guests could only park their cars outside the hotel, or their drivers could take the car outside and wait there after dropping the guests inside Hotel Manor.

They chose to drive the car straight into Hotel Manor.

As soon as the car stopped, one of the staff members came to open the car doors. Kenneth got down and went over to Natasha's side, offering his hand like a gentleman.

Natasha looked at him and hesitated. As she was dressed in a gown and high heels, which made it difficult for her to walk, she still placed her hand in his.

As soon as she got out of the car, she nearly stumbled because the ground was uneven and the high heels were too high. Fortunately, Kenneth held her hand and gently wrapped her in his arms.

She was wearing a thin dress when she pressed up against him, and as the fragrance on her body wafted over to his face, his heart throbbed.

Looking down at the woman in his arms, Kenneth's gaze became filled with rising passion.

Just at this moment, Fabian came running from inside. "Mr. Hamilton..."

However, when he saw this scene, he turned around and pretended that he didn't see anything.

At this point, Natasha noticed Fabian and she glanced at Kenneth, gently nudging him. "I'm fine now. Thanks."

Kenneth's lips were curled as he looked at her. "Be careful. The ground is uneven."

"Okay." Natasha nodded.

Turning to Fabian, Kenneth's voice was tinged with irritation. "What is it?"

"Mr. Hamilton, everyone is almost here, but now a few of the company's shareholders insist on meeting you. If you don't show up, I'm afraid we can't proceed to the following events," Fabian said with his back facing them.

Kenneth frowned. "Okay."

He then turned to Natasha. "I need to handle this. Would you like to come with me?"

"No. I'll take a walk by myself. You go ahead," Natasha replied.

After some thought, Kenneth nodded. "All right, then. Fabian will take you inside. When I'm done, I'll go and replace you."

Natasha nodded.

As Kenneth walked past Fabian, he gave the latter a cautionary gaze.

Only after Kenneth was out of sight did Fabian heave a sigh of relief and turn to Natasha. "Ms. Watson, come along. I'll take you inside..."

However, when he saw the way Natasha was dressed up today, he froze.

Is Mr. Hamilton really trying to teach the Lynch family a lesson today? Is he not trying to show off?

Seeing Fabian rooted to the spot, Natasha went forward, frowning. "Hey, what's wrong? Have you seen a ghost?"

Fabian collected himself and looked at her, laughing. "Ms. Watson, you've got such a sense of humor! If you are a ghost, then what are those people who are inside there?"

"Why are you daydreaming, then?"

"I just think that you might be the most gorgeous woman tonight!"

Natasha smiled. "So, tell me, what's going on today?"

"Don't you know?"

Natasha shook her head.

Looks like Mr. Hamilton didn't tell her anything!

Fabian did not dare to say much, so he only said, "Today is Hamilton Corporation's anniversary banquet."

Natasha frowned.

"This is your company's anniversary banquet. Why does Kenneth insist on bringing me here?" she asked. Fabian chuckled. You'll replace out soon enough.

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