Natalia shoved him away in an instant.
"Hamilton, can you not? Please!"
But Hamilton, unfazed, cupped her chin and kissed her anyway.
Natalia stiffened, and just as she was about to push him away, he released her.
It was a fleeting touch.
"Don't worry, everything's going to be alright," he whispered softly in her ear before turning and walking away.
Natalia stared blankly at the now-closed bathroom door, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.
He was probably just teasing her.
A slight sourness touched Natalia's nose.
It took her a while to force a smile.
Mom will be okay.
She had to believe that.
But for some reason, this time, she felt unusually anxious.
After showering, Natalia emerged to find Hamilton on the phone, speaking in hushed tones.
He quickly finished the call as she approached.
"Why are you out with wet hair?" he asked.
Then, he went to the bedroom, fetched a hairdryer, and sat down on the couch.
"Come here."
Natalia walked over, intending to sit on the couch.
But Hamilton pulled her onto his lap instead.
She tensed up immediately.
They had been together for a while, but moments of intimacy like this were rare.
After all, aside from their physical relationship, they hardly even spoke.
Hamilton chuckled, "Relax, I won't do anything, the staff are still around."
Natalia gave him a glare.
A maid setting the table in the dining area couldn't help but chuckle at this, quickly turning to head back to the kitchen.
Natalia's discomfort grew.
She stood up, grabbed the hairdryer, "I can do it myself."
And with that, she walked away.
Hamilton didn't insist.
His phone kept ringing. Letting Natalia go, he picked it up.
Seeing the caller ID, Hamilton's expression darkened.
"What's up?"
On the other end, Westley's voice carried a hint of anger.
"You skipped the blind date I arranged for you again! You're really pushing it!"
Hamilton's gaze never left Natalia, and he responded with a cold laugh.
"Was it a blind date you arranged for me, or are you after another woman? If you like her, marry her yourself. Why bother dragging me into this?"
"You ungrateful little... What the hell are you talking about! Are you with that woman again? Hamilton, don't make me deal with her!"
Hamilton's expression turned ice-cold.
"Westley, touch her and see what happens. I'll ruin you!"
With that, he hung up.
That call left a sour mood between them.
Dinner was a quiet affair.
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