You're Out Daddy

Chapter 303

Undeniably, Kenneth's remark eased some of the guilt within Natasha.

As Natasha gazed at his alluring face in the dark night, she found that he was seemingly born with an

innate sense of nobility. No matter when and where, he could maintain his elegance, rendering him

impossible to ignore.

“What about you, then?” she inquired with her eyes pinned on him.

“Huh?”

“What do you think?” Natasha elucidated.

Kenneth adjusted his standing posture, turned sideways, and fixated his fiery gaze on her. “Is my

opinion important to you?”

“Perhaps.” Natasha arched a brow.

Narrowing his eyes, Kenneth pretended to deliberate for a moment. Then, he looked straight into her

eyes and drawled, “You want to hear the truth?”

Likewise, Natasha eyed him teasingly. “Judging from your response, everything you said earlier was a

lie to mollify me?”

Kenneth chuckled, his gaze turning exceedingly solemn. “Of course not! To me, you're far more perfect

than the kids think. If there's no upper limit in a scoring system, then your perfection is also infinite!”

Upon hearing that, Natasha burst into giggles. She cast her gaze into the distance, appearing

stunningly beautiful in her laughter.

“I'm serious,” Kenneth enunciated with his eyes trained on her.

Nonetheless, a smile remained on Natasha's face. “I never realized that you're such an expert at

mollifying people. You must have employed such a tactic often to trick young girls, didn't you?”

“Do you think I even need to trick young girls?” Kenneth questioned.

At that, Natasha looked him up and down.

Indeed, his assets are right there for all to see. Even if he doesn't do anything, countless girls throw

themselves at him, one after another. True enough, he doesn't need to stoop to trickery.

Thus, she nodded. “Okay, I concur. But no one is perfect.”

“It's true that no human is perfect. But to me, even your flaws are perfect.”

Natasha's brows furrowed at his reply. For once, she pouted like a young girl. “Flaws? What flaws are

you referring to?”

At the sight of her expression, Kenneth's heart abruptly skipped a beat.

In all the years they had been acquainted, she had either been strong or indifferent. Never had she

acted in such a manner, seemingly feigning anger so that he would coax her, her femininity unleashed

in full force.

He stalked over to her. Gazing at her slightly tipsy expression, he stated in a low voice, “Nat, don't

simply drink with other men in the future.”

“Why?” Natasha asked, her gaze a touch glassy.

“Because you tempt men too easily,” Kenneth answered.

At once, Natasha was rendered speechless.

She stared at the man, not avoiding his gaze for once. Batting her long eyelashes, she queried, “So,

you're telling me that you're tempted?”

“Yes!” Kenneth nodded, for that had always been the truth.

As Natasha gazed at him, her bright eyes flickered. Then, she suddenly took a step closer to him. As

she stood right in front of him, she went on tiptoes and pecked him on the lips.

It was a very light touch, lasting for a mere heartbeat.

However, Kenneth instantly froze.

He was no innocent virgin, but still, he plunged into a daze at that moment.

He looked down at the woman before him, seemingly trying to ascertain whether she was drunk.

Right then, Natasha quirked an eyebrow at him languidly as though teasing him. “What should we do

about it, then?”

“Do you know what you're doing?” Kenneth inquired, staring right into her eyes. His Adam's apple

bobbed, and his voice had turned considerably hoarser.

She's sparking a fire, igniting a piece of firewood that had been dry for a long time!

Natasha merely chortled softly. “Are you trying to say that I over-imbibed?” While saying that, she

looked at the remaining half a glass of red wine left in her hand. Swishing it lightly, she lifted her hand

and downed it.

“Indeed, I drank quite a bit, but not so much that I'm drunk,” she murmured airily, her gaze fixated on

the empty glass.

Kenneth's gaze traveled from her exquisite neck to her rosy lips. In the next second, he reached out

and clasped the back of her head before capturing her lips.

He had imbibed, so he had been restraining himself. But this time, he wasn't the one who sparked the

fire.

His aggressive kiss trapped her squarely as he kissed her arrogantly and domineeringly as though he

wanted to devour her whole.

Natasha, on the other hand, was startled at first. Subsequently, she gradually relaxed. Under his

assault, her knees went weak, and a blush stained her delicate face.

Slowly, she also stretched out her hands and wrapped them around his waist.

Kenneth pinned her against the balustrade. Cushioning her back with a hand, he swiftly invaded her

mouth, deepening the kiss.

On the balcony in the dark night, their kiss was extraordinarily scorching.

Natasha didn't resist either. As a normal woman, she had physiological responses and needs as well,

especially when in the face of such a prime specimen.

With the alcohol spurring her on, she merely wanted to indulge in the moment and regard it as a

dream.

Only after an indeterminate time had passed and she was finding it difficult to breathe did Kenneth pull

away.

She panted, her cheeks flushed bright red and her eyes glassy.

At that instant, Kenneth stared at her with eyes blazing scarlet. “Nat.”

“Hmm?”

“Shall we move things to your room?” Kenneth queried.

Natasha gazed at him, her heart pounding wildly. She knew what would be happening next if she were

to nod.

As she was wavering, the man had already scooped her up and started striding toward the bedroom.

“Kenneth...” Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, appearing rather nervous.

Even with the alcohol bolstering her courage, she was still apprehensive. Although she was the one

who sparked the fire, starting the fire and getting burnt were two different things.

Alas, Kenneth merely glanced at her before heading toward the bedroom without a single word.

The lights in the bedroom were turned off. With the faint light from outside, the man walked over to the

bed and placed her on it.

“Kenneth...” From the look in Natasha's eyes as she regarded him, she had seemingly sobered up

significantly.

Just when she was going to say something, Kenneth leaned down and captured her lips once more.

This time, he was no longer as arrogant and domineering as before. Instead, he kissed her gently,

savoring the taste of her slowly. It was a slow seduction, fanning the flames.

With that, he swallowed the words on the tip of Natasha's tongue.

In the dark night, he remained calm and unhurried. Despite being the mother of three children, Natasha

was like a novice, lacking in skills. She was so innocent that it was enticing yet exasperating.

In the end, she learned to respond to the man's kiss under his guidance.

I'll just regard it as a dream!

The two of them became a tangle of limbs, the kiss continuing endlessly.

When things were about to get out of hand, Kenneth kissed the woman in his arms and questioned,

“Nat, you are Shadow Seeker, no?”

As soon as Natasha heard that question, she seemingly jolted to reality from her initial indulgence. Her

eyes sprang open, and she stared at him fixedly.