You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Chapter 213



Chapter 213

When Natasha walked out of the Hamilton residence, Terence came out as well.

“Nat.”

Natasha turned around.

Terence hesitated when he saw her face.

Still, just a look from him, and Natasha knew what he was trying to say. She closed her eyes. “Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll do what I promised you.”

Terence furrowed his brows, still looking at her. After a long while of contemplation, he said, “What happened to the Hamilton family was because of our family. I know that you're a loyal person, and you won't sit on your hands for this. All I just want to tell you is that you should ensure your safety is above all else regardless of what you want to do.”

Hearing him, Natasha narrowed her eyes.

“Grandpa, you mean...” “Only once. I won't allow this to happen again,” Terence replied.

Natasha knew that her grandfather said those words after long contemplation and with great determination, so she pursed her lips and answered, “I understand, Grandpa.”

“Okay, okay. Run along now.” With that said, Terence averted his eyes and turned around to return to the Hamilton residence.

Natasha did not hesitate as she watched Terence leave, and she turned to leave herself as well.

Once she was gone, Terence then halted in his tracks to look at her retreating figure with complicated feelings in his eyes.

He did not know if his decision was right or wrong, but he knew Natasha's character too well. He was afraid that she would choose to walk down an extreme path if he were to keep suppressing her. In that case, something unexpected might happen.

He was genuinely afraid.

Their family could not take any more blows.

With that thought in mind, Terence let out a heavy sigh before entering the house.

Natasha, who was in the cab, was searching for something on her phone. When she saw the search results, her eyes darkened.

Then, she called Spencer, but no one picked up the call even after a long time.

Natasha knitted her brows. After lifting her head to look at the driver, she said, “Mister, to Grecia Hotel, please.”

“Sure thing.”

Twenty minutes later, Natasha reached Grecia Hotel.

She headed straight to the room Spencer was in, and pressed the doorbell long and hard. When no one came to the door, Natasha's patience began to run out. She then fished out her phone and tapped it a few times. After that, the door beeped and unlocked itself.

At that, she pushed open the door and walked in.

Right then, Spencer, who was in a sleeping robe, walked out of the bathroom. He looked groggy, and his hair was messy—a clear sign of his recent awakening.

However, the moment he saw that someone was on the couch, he froze.

“Natasha? W-W-Why are you here?” Spencer stammered, frightened out of his wits.

Natasha gave a brief once-over on his overly-fair body before uttering indifferently, “I couldn't reach you on your phone, so I came here directly.”

It was then Spencer came back to his senses and hastily covered his body up with his bathrobe. He warily looked at her and said, “You're a woman, how can you just barge into a man's room? Aren't you afraid of the dangers, or could it be that you're here to put me in danger? I'm telling you now, I —”

Before he could finish his sentence, a piece of garment covered his head. Natasha then said as she turned to leave without another glance at him, “Downstairs in ten.”

Spencer could only stay rooted to his spot for a long while. He took in a deep breath, and another. In the end, he surrendered to fate and entered the bathroom to get changed.

Ten minutes later, Spencer appeared in front of Natasha, looking as if he had changed into another man, for he looked exquisite.

“L-Let's go."

Even though he had put on clothes, the way Natasha was looking at him made him feel as if she could see through his clothes.

It was simply embarrassing.

Nevertheless, Natasha only gave him a glimpse before nodding and heading outward.

Spencer hurried behind her. “Where are you taking me to?”

“You’ll know when we're there.”

“Do you really have to keep me in suspense?

Natasha did not reply to that.

“I've seen the news. Kenneth's plagued with scandals. Are you not going to intervene?”

Natasha remained quiet.

Spencer then deliberately cleared his throat and said, “Also, I have to say this. You're a woman, so don't just barge into a man's room like that next time. It's dangerous.

Moreover, Kenneth wouldn't be able to take it if he hears about this, especially since I'm such an outstanding man.”

At that, Natasha glimpsed at him. “Don't worry. No one would misunderstand you with that body of yours.”

Her words struck Spencer like a bolt from the blue. “What are you trying to say? Am I not... muscular enough?”

Natasha narrowed her eyes and curled her lips. Then, she muttered, “Enough to make men crave for you.”

Spencer gasped. “Natasha Watson!”

Natasha only smiled.

“What's wrong? How am I not as good as Kenneth?” he asked. “Yes, I'll admit that

Kenneth looks more masculine, but I'm almost as tall and as fit as he is!”

The mention of Kenneth made an image flash through Natasha's mind—it was of a man with wheat- colored skin, broad shoulders, a thin waist, and a muscular chest standing under dim lights. There was no extra fat on him at all, and he was absolutely enticing.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was God's favorite child.

Then, she thought about Spencer, who had a good figure but was so fair he looked like a woman.

She could not help but chuckle at the comparison.

“W-What are you laughing at?” Spencer asked in a miserable tone.

“Nothing. I'd just like to suggest that you compare yourself to someone else.”

Spencer turned speechless at that.

“You're only biased toward him because you two are an item.” Spencer's dignity as a man was at stake, so he would certainly not admit that he was inferior than any man.

“Trust me. I've seen it all, and that's why I'm giving a fair answer,” Natasha replied.

Again, Spencer was at a loss for words.

“However, you don't need to feel inadequate. You're much fairer than him. That he couldn't compete against you.”

Argh! Who wants to be fairer than another man? Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

That was something Spencer was most frustrated about. He already had an androgynous look, but he was also fair. Sometimes, he would be mistaken for a woman on the streets.

That was why he was so irritated with how darn fair he was.

When Natasha noticed that Spencer was about to go mad, she stopped teasing him.

The security guard had already stopped Spencer's car at the doorway of the hotel, and surprisingly, Natasha sat in the driver's seat.

“You're driving?”

“What's the matter? Are you scared?”

“Scared? How can I possibly be scared of this? Even if you pilot a plane—as long as you dare to pilot it—I'll dare to board it.” With that said, he opened the car door and entered the vehicle.

Natasha smiled as she looked at him. She then started the engine and sped off

All of a sudden, Spencer recalled something. “You haven't driven for many years, right?”

“That's right.”

“Why were you hospitalized the other time again?

“It's because of a car accident.”

Spencer's jaw dropped.

At that moment, it felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart. He discreetly buckled his seatbelt before grabbing the handle at the side.

Then, as he looked straight ahead, he squeezed out, “G-Go slower.”


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