You're Out Daddy

Chapter 758 Continue Tonight

Natasha had intended to wash up, but when she tried to stand up, she found that her legs had already turned to

jelly, making it impossible for her to do so.

She finally understood what Kenneth meant that day when he stated he would make her unable to get out of bed.

I can't believe something like this can exist outside of bragging.

The bathroom door opened as she was making that internal remark, and Kenneth came out with a white towel

around his waist. He was bare-chested, and his eight-pack abs appeared even more sexy and enticing when paired

with his lightly tanned complexion.

He was the type of man that appeared slender when clothed yet muscular when undressed. His arm lines

resembled those of someone who exercised year-round despite spending a lot of time sitting in the office.

At present, he was towel-drying his damp hair, and he appeared to be brimming with energy.

Natasha knitted her brows when she saw how energetic he seemed.

Are men and women so different? How can he be so energized while I'm too weak to even get out of bed right

now?

As if he could hear her internal groan, Kenneth remarked, “Judging by your gaze, you seem to have something to

say, Nat.”

“A-Are you all right?” Natasha stared at him as she spoke.

After hearing that, he inquired, “What's there not to be?”

“Aren't you... tired?” she asked.

“Why should I be?”

Why?

Natasha blinked. “What do you think?”

He was the one who moved the most just now, yet he's still asking me why?

Kenneth walked up to her while fixating his scorching gaze on her. “That was nothing, Nat. I'd already controlled

myself a lot in consideration of your body.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “Are you for real?”

When he saw her helpless look, he could not help but chuckle. “It's true that I haven't held back after being sexually

abstinent for so long, Nat. But how can I feel exhausted if I'm engulfed in addiction?”

In response, Natasha merely lifted her gaze and scrutinized him wordlessly.

He reached out and stroked her hair. “This is just the beginning, Nat. You have to get used to it.”

She instantly raised her head to stare at him in utter confusion.

However, Kenneth got up and put on a serious look as he continued towel-drying his hair. “Nat, I'm going to the

base soon, and I may come back later,” he informed.

She nodded. “Okay.”

He turned to look at her. “Don't worry. I'm not heading there to see Alexia but because I have something to do.”

Natasha could not hold back her laugh when she heard his explanation. “It's not like I care!”

“Is that so?”

She merely arched an eyebrow at him.

Kenneth nodded. “Fine. I've made a fool out of myself, but Nat, try to rest well during the day.”

“Why?”

“We'll continue when I come back tonight.”

His words rendered Natasha speechless.

This man must be a beast in his previous life!

Kenneth got ready briefly and changed into a dark-colored outfit, which made him look smart. Every gesture he

made was dignified and elegant, much like an intimidating king.

When he was done, he went to Natasha and kissed her on the forehead. “Rest well and wait for me to come back.”

With that, he went out smiling as she shot daggers at him.

Natasha had given up on washing up and was planning on just lying down when her phone suddenly rang.

She picked up her phone and found that Spencer had sent her a text: Let's meet up. I have something to say.

Natasha frowned. The messages between her and Spencer had always been like that—straightforward.

She had to get up at that point regardless of whether it had to do with the antidote matter or something else.

She replied to him: Give me half an hour. I'll meet you at the lab.

Spencer: Let's just meet downstairs. I'm outside getting some fresh air.

Natasha: Okay.

After sending the text, she threw the phone aside and took a deep breath before enduring the agony and heading

to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

Half an hour later, Natasha stood in front of the mirror, clad in a long dress.

She felt much better after freshening up, but she still lacked Kenneth's level of vigor.

After taking a deep breath, she turned and left the room.

Natasha found Spencer pacing back and forth outside when she went out of the house.

She looked around but found no one else there apart from him.

Then, she walked over and intentionally cleared her throat. “What's the matter? What is it that you must say here?”

Spencer turned when he heard her voice and gave her a quick once-over. “I'm just here to get some fresh air.”

Natasha scanned the surroundings before asking with an arched brow, “Where's Thalia?”

“She should be resting in the room,” was his reply.

“Whatever you wish to tell me has something to do with her, right?” she asked.

Without saying anything, Spencer took out a small bottle from behind him.

Natasha immediately understood something when she saw it.

“It was you who gave it to her, right?” Spencer inquired.

She thought it was best that she found some kind of excuse. “I—”

“You never lie, Natasha!” he exclaimed while staring at her.

“I did it!” she admitted directly.

A look of exasperation was written all over his face. “I gave it to you for self-defense, not to get her to do these

things.”

“I didn't teach her!” Natasha argued.

“How did this drug get into her hands, then?”

“She asked me for it.”

“Is there a difference?” Spencer asked.

“Of course. One was done proactively, while the other was done passively,” was her response.

Spencer narrowed his eyes. “Have you noticed, Natasha? Your words and deeds have become more like Kenneth's

since you reconciled with him.”

“Really? How so?”

“Increasingly lacking in principles.”

Natasha was rendered speechless.

Having been friends with her for a long time, Spencer naturally knew she would not be offended by what he said.

“Things between Thalia and I are different from you and Kenneth. Even if you got your way, the drug wouldn't work

on me even though I created it,” he said as he looked at her.

Natasha was neither angry nor anxious. She just sat on the stool next to her as her knees started to give up.

Looking up and scrutinizing him, she remarked, “Spencer, don't tell me you truly... can't do it?”

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked in return.

Natasha arched an eyebrow at him. “What do you think?”

After freezing momentarily, he narrowed his eyes. “Natasha... what nonsense are you thinking? How is that

possible?”

His reaction was within her expectations. She picked up the coffee pot from the table and poured herself a cup of

coffee before lifting her gaze and observing him casually. “Otherwise, why do you keep rejecting and avoiding her? I

can't think of any other reason besides this.”

“There are many reasons you can't think of,” came Spencer's reply.

“So, it's not this?” Natasha asked.

“Of course not!” He enunciated each word, looking like he was about to throw a fit. After all, a man's self-esteem

should not be questioned like that.

It was apparent that she did not quite believe him. She glanced at him calmly and said, “Since you refuse to say

anything, it's inevitable that we all think that way. Why not tell me the reason so I can help you analyze this?”