A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 829

They were to attend a party at 7 p.m. Billy said he would pick Natalie up at 6:30 p.m.. He told her to get ready in advance.

Natalie bought a black cut-out dress. It looked similar t o the one Sherman wore last time.

But they were not quite the same. Natalie's dress was slit up to her thighs, revealing her slender ivory legs. It looked very sexy.

Natalie was keen on comparing herself to others, especially with Sherman. At the last party, Sherman wore a black dress and everyone was amazed at her. People complimented her a lot, which made Natalie unhappy.

This time, she also wore a black dress, and she had a fur coat over it. Instead of putting on makeup herself, she asked the driver to take her to a beauty salon.

Tonight's party was different from the usual. She knew it well, so took it quite seriously.

She arrived at the beauty salon at 5:30. It took an hour t o put on makeup and do her hair. At 6:30, Billy came to pick her up.

Natalie was delicately dressed up. She had her hair permed, the wavy hair falling over her shoulders and

she smelled fragrant.

It was snowing heavily. The driver walked to the back seat and opened the door. Natalie got in the car. Billy was sitting beside her.

"Darling, my dress is a bit high-slit..." She looked shy, organizing her dress in a deliberate manner.

Billy was examining papers. Hearing her words, he turned his eyes to her.

Just a glance, he caught her exposed legs, ivory, slim, really inviting. Billy's eyes darkened and his Adam’s apple rolled.

Natalie's body was so soft and she nestled in his arms, "You will ruin my makeup... Don't..."

Billy ignored her warning. He was still kissing her. After a while, he finally straightened up.

Natalie tapped him playfully on the shoulder. Then she took out the mirror and lipstick she had with her. She started to fix her makeup in front of him.

Billy watched her for a few seconds, and he wiped the corner of his lips. The look in his eyes was flirtatious and cunning.

At a luxury hotel, inside the presidential suite

Kingsley was sitting on a white Italian sofa, his legs folded, his face nonchalant. Sherman was sitting beside him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Sitting across from them were the hosts of tonight's business gathering, Duke Greig and his wife, Eyre Greig.

Kingsley told her it was just a usual party and that he needed to bring a partner. But Sherman didn't expect i t to be such a grand party. A lot of big names were at the party.