Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 766

Chapter 766 I Am Awesome

The first thing Natasha saw when she woke up was Kenneth lying right beside her. He looked elegant, yet a slight frown tinged his forehead. He had a distant look even in his sleep, yet she thought that only added to his allure.

The sight of him made her smile, her eyes shimmering. He had been working for long hours lately. Seeing him the first moment she opened her eyes was a rare treat indeed.

She extended her arm and slowly brushed her fingers across his face. If it was possible, Natasha hoped this quiet morning would never end. But when her finger touched his lips, Kenneth's eyes snapped open. Shocked, Natasha tried to pull her hand back, but Kenneth grabbed it.

She raised her head to look at him. All of a sudden, Kenneth leaned closer and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.

When he finally let go, Natasha looked at him. "So you were pretending to be asleep?"

"No. I just woke up."

"It sure doesn't look that way to me," muttered Natasha.

Kenneth leaned closer. "Why does it matter? Were you trying to do something to me, Ms. Watson?"

Natasha put some distance between them. For the last few days, he had ravished her far too much, and she was worried he might do it again. "No." Natasha shook her head seriously.

Kenneth narrowed his eyes. "Why are you backing off?" He pulled her into his embrace and rested his chin on her forehead. If he could, he would've merged the two of them together. "Here, let me hold you for a bit longer."

"Just a hug?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.

Kenneth paused for a moment. "Do you have something else in mind?"

Natasha immediately shook her head.

"Nat, they say sometimes no means yes."

"If you try anything stupid, you'd really kill me." Natasha shot Kenneth a solemn look.

It wasn't every day she flashed that look. It was serious yet coy at the same time. Kenneth wanted to ravage her, but he knew she had been taking in a lot lately, so he held it in.

That did not stop him from teasing her, however. "You're exaggerating."

"Not at all. If that continues, my bones will break!" said Natasha.

Kenneth stared at Natasha's face for a while, and he smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment, then. Are you trying to say I'm superb in bed?"

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Why do I sense you're behaving smugly, Mr. Hamilton?"

"Really?" Kenneth asked.

"Should I hand you a mirror, so you can have a look?"

Kenneth shook his head. "No need for that. The look on your face tells me all I need to know."

Natasha burst into laughter. "Men are so full of themselves!"

Kenneth muttered, "I was saying that I could see my reflection in your eyes. You were thinking about something else, weren't you?"

Natasha was rendered speechless.

"Wait. Do you think I'm not good in bed? Hm, I don't mind proving myself," muttered Kenneth.

Natasha instantly brought the conversation to a close. If she didn't, she might not get out of bed the whole day.

Then, she quickly sat up. "I-I'm hungry. I need to eat something."

Kenneth looked at her. "Are you sure?"

Natasha shook her head. "Yes. I have anemia, so I need something to replenish my health." Before Kenneth could say anything, Natasha got up, yanked some clothes over, got changed, and darted into the bathroom.

Kenneth lay on the bed, smiling. However, the moment she closed the bathroom door behind her, his smile froze.

Ten minutes later, Natasha was done washing herself up. She changed into a long casual dress, the hem covering her ankles. She looked even taller than she was in that dress.

Makeup wasn't her favorite thing in the world. She only rubbed some sunscreen over herself, yet her skin still looked like a freshly-peeled hard-boiled egg. Supple and perfect. Her skin was flawless like a supermodel's.

Kenneth stared at her as he changed into a dark-colored shirt. He wanted to do matching outfits. "Let's go." He held her hand, and they went downstairs.

When they arrived at the dining area, Spencer and Thalia were there as well. Thalia quickly waved at Natasha, and the latter took a seat across from hers smilingly.

"The coffee is amazing today. You should have a cup," said Thalia.

Natasha nodded. "All right! I'll try."

The housekeeper went ahead and prepared another cup of coffee.

"Oh, and this is awesome too. You should have some," said Thalia.

The housekeeper smiled, nodded, and left.

Natasha looked at her. "You have quite an appetite today."

"I guess so," Thalia replied.

Natasha glanced at Spencer. He was digging into his food without saying a word. Hmm, he's not happy. I know him too well. "What's wrong with you?"

However, Spencer didn't answer. He ate away, deep in his thoughts.

It wasn't until Thalia elbowed him did he look at her. "What's the matter?" she questioned.

Spencer furrowed his brows. "What do you mean what's the matter?"

"Ms. Watson's talking to you. You were spacing out," said Thalia.

Spencer raised his head and met Natasha's gaze, but he averted his eyes right away.

Following that, Spencer continued eating his food. Nothing seemed out of place, but Natasha knew something was off.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Natasha.

"I'm fine," Spencer replied.

"Something's wrong with you today," blurted Natasha.

"What? There's nothing wrong with me," denied Spencer, but he wouldn't meet Natasha's gaze.

Thalia rested her head in her hands and stared at Spencer for a while. Then she muttered, "Now that you mentioned it, he does seem strange today."

Spencer ignored the ladies, trying to feign serenity as he dug into his breakfast.

At that moment, Thalia looked at Kenneth and knitted her brows. "You guys didn't fight, did you?"

She was referring to Kenneth and Spencer. They weren't even talking or looking each other in the eye. It felt like they had never seen each other their whole lives.

Natasha turned her attention to Kenneth.

The latter looked up and smiled at her. "Hey, don't pin the blame on me. Only kids argue. I prefer a real fight."

Thalia rolled her eyes. If you lay a finger on him, I'll kill you.

Natasha noticed something seemed off with the men, but she couldn't put a finger on it. As she kept staring, she remembered something.