Chapter 41
Chapter 41
When checking the room number, he didn't even realize that his hands were shaking.
The next moment, he knocked on the door.
After one knock, the door immediately flung open, and Natasha appeared by the door.
Her face was red, and she could hardly stand still then. When Kenneth was about to say something, she collapsed into his embrace.
“Natasha. Natasha!” While calling out to her anxiously, he noticed a sticky sensation on her hands. He quickly checked them and saw blood had filled her wrists.
“What did he do to you?” Anger immediately overtook his eyes.
“I'm fine,” she answered.
“You're not fine!” He shot back with a furious expression. He looked like he was going to murder someone soon at that
moment.
Then, he heard the noises caused by someone taking a shower in the bathroom. When he was about to act, Natasha said, “I cut myself because I'm worried that I will lose consciousness. He didn't do anything to me.”
Coincidentally, when Kenneth wanted to reply to her, the sound of the water inside the bathroom disappeared.
The next moment, Gaston opened the door and exited the bathroom.
“I'm coming, sugar baby.” He only had a towel wrapping around his waist then. He was shirtless and looked lecherous. The man instantly froze when he stepped into the room and saw such a scene before him.
As Kenneth was standing by the door and had his back against the light, Gaston couldn't get a clear look at his face.
Despite that, he was displeased with the fact Natasha had gotten help. Unwilling to lose his prey, he approached them and roared, “Who the hell are you? Did you enter the wrong room? Get out of here now!”
Unfortunately for him, Kenneth kicked him even before he could get close to the latter.
As Gaston didn't expect the kick, he didn't manage to dodge it, causing him to fall backward and unable to get up for some time.
“How dare you! How could you kick me? I bet you have a death wish. How the hell are you? I will make you pay for this!” Gaston hollered while fuming.
“You're not worthy enough to know my name,” Kenneth answered.
He would have delivered more than a kick to Gaston if Natasha wasn't injured then.
“How dare you! I shall make you pay for this,” Gaston continued to hurl insults at him.
Upon noticing that Kenneth would attack the man again, Natasha feebly said, “It's never too late to take revenge later. I need some rest now.”
Seeing the condition of the woman in his arms, he put aside the thought of wanting to teach Gaston a lesson.
“I'll take you to the hospital,” he said.
“Okay.” She nodded.
Kenneth then scooped her up. When they were about to leave, the people, who were having dinner with him, caught up with them.
“What happened, Kenneth?”
The moment they arrived before him, Kenneth instinctively pushed Natasha's face closer to his chest to cover her face.
The man who asked the question immediately understood what had happened. After glancing inside the room and spotting Gaston, he asked, “You did that to him?”
“I don't want anyone to know about the happenings today.” With that, Kenneth left.
“Are you going to let him get away from this?” The man shot another question at him.
“I have my plans.” After announcing his intention, he walked away with Natasha in his arms without turning back.
Gaston, who was lying on the ground, heard their conversation clearly.
Kenneth? Why does the name sound so familiar?
He looked at the people by the door and asked, “Who is the man who has just left?”
“Oh, he's nobody. He's just the owner of Hamilton Corporation, Kenneth Hamilton.”
Gaston's face instantly fell.
Oh no! I've offended someone I shouldn't!
After placing Natasha in the car, Kenneth unhesitatingly drove to the hospital.
In the passenger seat, Natasha feebly leaned on the car seat. Though her body was still weak, luckily, her consciousness was clear.
The beads of sweat on her forehead had wet her hair, and the redness on her cheeks was still around. However, her lips were paler than before.
“Hang on. We'll arrive at the hospital soon,” Kenneth informed.
Natasha was putting pressure on her injuries when she pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile. “I'm fine. The effect of the drugs will dissipate after letting out some blood. I don't mind if we don't go to the hospital.”
When he saw her smile, he couldn't help thinking that she still looked as beautiful as ever even though she was in such a chaotic condition.
Kenneth tore away his gaze from her and commented, “It seems that you know everything.”
“Once you've been through a lot, you will know how to deal with it without being taught,” said Natasha.
Taken aback by her response, he turned to look at him.
However, she didn't further explain.
Disbelief overtook Kenneth's heart then when realization dawned on him. Does she mean this isn't the first time she has
encountered such a situation?
“Stop talking and take some rest. We will arrive at the hospital soon,” Kenneth instructed.
With that, Natasha stopped talking and closed her eyes. However, the moment she shut her eyelids, she murmured, “Please slow down. I don't want to die in your hands.”
Kenneth was at a loss for words after hearing that.
If some other ladies had encountered such a situation, there was no doubt that they would wail terribly.
Natasha, in contrast, still could throw jokes at him as if nothing had happened.
With such a thought in mind, he didn't notice that his heart was in turmoil now.
By the time Natasha opened her eyes again, she was already in the hospital, having IV drips and bandages covered her wounds.
Upon noticing that Kenneth was still around, she checked the time and realized it was already eleven o'clock at night.
“Thank you for helping me today. It's late now. You should go home and take some rest,” said Natasha. Clearly, she wanted him to leave.
Kenneth frowned. “This is the only thing you're going to say to me?”
“I'll transfer you the medical bill some other day. I really don't have the energy to do it now,” she added.
Kenneth became extremely frustrated after hearing that.
At that point, he couldn't help but wonder if the woman before him was an ungrateful person.
He took a deep breath and said, “Okay. Since you insist, I'll take my leave now.” After that, he turned and left.
Seeing Natasha had no intention of persuading him to stay, he opened the door and left without hesitation as he was fueled with anger then.
After watching his figure disappear before her, Natasha averted her gaze and looked for her bag. When she spotted it nearby, she tried to reach for it.
It took her a lot of effort to grab it. Upon retrieving her phone, she sent a message to her family group chat, “The Watsons”, informing them that she couldn't go home that day as she had something to do.
Terence asked for a reason, and so did the three kids.
When Natasha was about to reply, the door suddenly flung open, and Kenneth walked into the ward.
Natasha was shocked to see him. After informing her family in the group chat that she had something to do, she kept away her phone.
“Did you forget something?” asked Natasha while staring at him.
He approached her and returned her gaze coldly. “Even if you're an ungrateful person, I'm not. I will only leave once you get better, for old times' sake.”
Natasha didn't expect such an answer.
For old times' sake? Do we even have any relationship back then?
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“That won't be necessary.”
“Natasha, are you even a woman?” asked Kenneth suddenly. His tone was slightly harsh as he was angry at her for being so strong-willed.
Natasha blinked and said, “It is pretty obvious that I am.”
“Other women would have cried after encountering such an incident. As for you, leaving aside the fact that you're not grateful for my company, how dare you try to shoo me away?” Kenneth shot back at her.
“So, you like that kind of woman?” Natasha asked, and it rendered Kenneth speechless.
“Thea is that kind of woman, isn't she?” She shot another question at him.
Though her body was exhausted, she was in good spirits.