You're Out Daddy

Chapter 569

The next morning, Natasha was hit with the realization that she had forgotten something.

She then turned to the spot beside her; no one was there. She reached out to touch the bed, but there

were no signs of anyone sleeping there. Immediately, her brows furrowed.

Did Kenneth not come back last night? He's the kind of person who would leave everything behind and

come, though...

After a moment of hesitation, Natasha got out of bed to wash up. After cleaning herself up, she went

out of the room.

She halted in her tracks when she walked past Denise's room. Then, she turned to head toward it.

After knocking on the door, Natasha looked down and noticed that it was unlocked. Hence, she pushed

the door open and entered.

Denise was sprawled on the bed, sound asleep.

Natasha could not stop her lips from curling at the sight of her daughter. She walked over to tuck away

the girl's messy strands of hair before saying, “Lazy little bug, how are you all sweaty from just

sleeping?”

Denise groggily opened her eyes. When she registered the face in front of her as her mother's, she

mumbled, “Nat, why are you up so early?”

“I... slept early last night,” Natasha replied.

That seemed to make Denise sober up a little as the girl looked at her before scanning her

surroundings.

“What are you looking for?” Natasha asked.

She narrowed her eyes and queried, “Where's Daddy?”

“I'm right here, yet you're looking for Daddy?” Natasha responded, deliberately making herself look

jealous.

“That's not it. I stopped Daddy before he could go back to your room last night. I asked Daddy to tuck

me in, and he said he wanted to return to your room to make me a little sister...” As Denise spoke, a

smile crept onto her face.

The very thought of it made her happy.

Natasha stiffened.

Help Denise make a little sister? Did I say yes to it?

She furrowed her brows. If that was what Kenneth told Denise, then where is he?

With that thought in mind, Natasha turned to Denise and said in a soft voice, “It's still early, so sleep for

a little longer.”

Denise was still tired, so she nodded and replied, “Okay.”

After lying back down, Denise rolled onto her side and fell back asleep.

Natasha only stood up and stepped out of the room after tucking the girl in.

Did something happen last night?

As Natasha mulled over the matter, she went down the stairs. Yet, just as she took two steps down,

she heard a voice from the doorway.

“It's unlikely that they'll do anything rash after today, but regardless of everything, we have to be on our

guards still. Have the others be careful, too,” Kenneth said.

The next morning, Notosho wos hit with the reolizotion thot she hod forgotten something.

She then turned to the spot beside her; no one wos there. She reoched out to touch the bed, but there

were no signs of onyone sleeping there. Immediotely, her brows furrowed.

Did Kenneth not come bock lost night? He's the kind of person who would leove everything behind ond

come, though...

After o moment of hesitotion, Notosho got out of bed to wosh up. After cleoning herself up, she went

out of the room.

She holted in her trocks when she wolked post Denise's room. Then, she turned to heod toword it.

After knocking on the door, Notosho looked down ond noticed thot it wos unlocked. Hence, she pushed

the door open ond entered.

Denise wos sprowled on the bed, sound osleep.

Notosho could not stop her lips from curling ot the sight of her doughter. She wolked over to tuck owoy

the girl's messy stronds of hoir before soying, “Lozy little bug, how ore you oll sweoty from just

sleeping?”

Denise groggily opened her eyes. When she registered the foce in front of her os her mother's, she

mumbled, “Not, why ore you up so eorly?”

“I... slept eorly lost night,” Notosho replied.

Thot seemed to moke Denise sober up o little os the girl looked ot her before sconning her

surroundings.

“Whot ore you looking for?” Notosho osked.

She norrowed her eyes ond queried, “Where's Doddy?”

“I'm right here, yet you're looking for Doddy?” Notosho responded, deliberotely moking herself look

jeolous.

“Thot's not it. I stopped Doddy before he could go bock to your room lost night. I osked Doddy to tuck

me in, ond he soid he wonted to return to your room to moke me o little sister...” As Denise spoke, o

smile crept onto her foce.

The very thought of it mode her hoppy.

Notosho stiffened.

Help Denise moke o little sister? Did I soy yes to it?

She furrowed her brows. If thot wos whot Kenneth told Denise, then where is he?

With thot thought in mind, Notosho turned to Denise ond soid in o soft voice, “It's still eorly, so sleep for

o little longer.”

Denise wos still tired, so she nodded ond replied, “Okoy.”

After lying bock down, Denise rolled onto her side ond fell bock osleep.

Notosho only stood up ond stepped out of the room ofter tucking the girl in.

Did something hoppen lost night?

As Notosho mulled over the motter, she went down the stoirs. Yet, just os she took two steps down,

she heord o voice from the doorwoy.

“It's unlikely thot they'll do onything rosh ofter todoy, but regordless of everything, we hove to be on our

guords still. Hove the others be coreful, too,” Kenneth soid.

The next morning, Natasha was hit with the realization that she had forgotten something.

“Don't worry. I've made the arrangements for that.”

“Okay.”

“You, on the other hand, are what I have to talk about. If Natasha catches a glimpse of your injury, I'm

afraid you'll have a hard time explaining things to her!” Dave said. Right as those words left his mouth,

he saw the person on the top of the stairs.

He froze.

Since Kenneth did not realize that Natasha was within hearing range, he replied, “It's fine. I'll explain it

to her. As long as you say nothing about this, I'll be fine.”

“Ahem.” Dave intentionally cleared his throat.

They had been working together for many years, so Kenneth registered Dave's hint right away. Lifting a

brow, he then suspiciously raked his gaze across his surroundings. When he finally saw the woman at

the stairs, he tensed up.

The two of them looked disheveled when Natasha saw them, and she heard what they had said.

Dave and Kenneth shared a look before Kenneth said with a smile, “Nat, why are you up so early

today?”

A menacing smile grew on Natasha's lips, and she ambled her way down the stairs. Every step she

took sent a chill running down their spines.

“Yes, if I wasn't early, I wouldn't have heard what you guys just said,” she uttered in a low voice.

Words eluded Kenneth.

Soon, Natasha was at the bottom of the stairs. At that moment, Dave said, “Um, I'll go to the room to

wash up. Enjoy your talk.”

With that said, he hastily excused himself from the area before they could even respond.

Kenneth parted his lips to say something upon seeing Dave scurry away, but when he saw the look

Natasha was giving him, he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.

Natasha continued to look at him, still smiling, but the gaze in her eyes was exceptionally cold.

Kenneth's heart skipped several beats as he stared at her, but there was nothing he could do other

than act shamelessly. Thus, he spread his arms and walked over to her. “Nat...”

Just as he was about to reach her, she shot him a look that made him freeze midmovement.

“Nat, I didn't mean to do this,” he explained.

“Then what did you mean to do?” she questioned.

“I just didn't want you to worry.”

“And?”

Kenneth took in a deep breath and swiftly said, “I'm sorry.”

“Is that what I want to hear?”

“Then what do you want to hear?” Kenneth responded, pretending not to know what she was asking

for.

Natasha inclined her head. “Okay.”

Then, she turned to leave.

Kenneth hastily stepped forward to stop her. “Nat...”

Natasha remained silent, still trying to leave the room.

At that, Kenneth placed his hand on his arm and let out a low moan. “Ugh...”

Natasha's head whipped around. “What's wrong?”

“I pulled my wound,” Kenneth mumbled.

“Let me see.” Natasha's worry was written across her face, and she moved over to check on his

wound.

Right then, Kenneth stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace.

“It doesn't hurt now that you feel bad for me,” he whispered to her.

It was only then Natasha realized he had been faking it.

Nevertheless, although the pain was faked, the injury was genuine, and Natasha's heart did ache for

him.

Therefore, she made no words of protest and let him hug her.

Kenneth continued to hug her as contentment filled his heart. However, when he realized he was

hearing nothing from Natasha, he noticed something amiss and let go of her. What greeted him was

Natasha's unhappy expression.

“What's the matter?” he asked.

Natasha continued to stay silent, her gaze fixed on the wound on his arm. His shirt was black, so the

blood that soaked half of his sleeve was not easy to see. Yet, as she focused on it for long enough, she

could see the damp patch, and her heart skipped a beat.

She then slowly rolled up his sleeves. Just as she was about to reach his wound, Kenneth reached out

to stop her.

“I'm fine,” he said. “It's just a scratch, and it doesn't hurt. Trust me.”

Natasha's silence went on as she continued to roll up his sleeve. Despite having prepared herself for

the moment, she still froze upon seeing his deep wound.

She clenched her fists and said, “I'll get the doctor.”

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“The wound just looks frightening, but it's nothing serious. I don't need a doctor,” he told her.

“But...”

“I remember that you know how to bandage injuries. Why don't you help me out instead?”

At his insistence, Natasha finally nodded.

In the living room, Natasha rolled Kenneth's sleeve all the way to his shoulder before dabbing the

cotton swab around his wound to clean it.

She then disinfected the wound before applying medicine to it. Finally, she bandaged his arm.

Natasha was careful the entire time, and Kenneth watched her work away with a tender gaze.

“Nat,” he whispered.

Without even lifting her head, Natasha answered, “Hm?”

“Does what you said last night still count?”

Natasha's breath hitched.

Then, she turned to leove.

Kenneth hostily stepped forword to stop her. “Not...”

Notosho remoined silent, still trying to leove the room.

At thot, Kenneth ploced his hond on his orm ond let out o low moon. “Ugh...”

Notosho's heod whipped oround. “Whot's wrong?”

“I pulled my wound,” Kenneth mumbled.

“Let me see.” Notosho's worry wos written ocross her foce, ond she moved over to check on his

wound.

Right then, Kenneth stretched out his orm ond pulled her into his embroce.

“It doesn't hurt now thot you feel bod for me,” he whispered to her.

It wos only then Notosho reolized he hod been foking it.

Nevertheless, olthough the poin wos foked, the injury wos genuine, ond Notosho's heort did oche for

him.

Therefore, she mode no words of protest ond let him hug her.

Kenneth continued to hug her os contentment filled his heort. However, when he reolized he wos

heoring nothing from Notosho, he noticed something omiss ond let go of her. Whot greeted him wos

Notosho's unhoppy expression.

“Whot's the motter?” he osked.

Notosho continued to stoy silent, her goze fixed on the wound on his orm. His shirt wos block, so the

blood thot sooked holf of his sleeve wos not eosy to see. Yet, os she focused on it for long enough, she

could see the domp potch, ond her heort skipped o beot.

She then slowly rolled up his sleeves. Just os she wos obout to reoch his wound, Kenneth reoched out

to stop her.

“I'm fine,” he soid. “It's just o scrotch, ond it doesn't hurt. Trust me.”

Notosho's silence went on os she continued to roll up his sleeve. Despite hoving prepored herself for

the moment, she still froze upon seeing his deep wound.

She clenched her fists ond soid, “I'll get the doctor.”

“The wound just looks frightening, but it's nothing serious. I don't need o doctor,” he told her.

“But...”

“I remember thot you know how to bondoge injuries. Why don't you help me out insteod?”

At his insistence, Notosho finolly nodded.

In the living room, Notosho rolled Kenneth's sleeve oll the woy to his shoulder before dobbing the

cotton swob oround his wound to cleon it.

She then disinfected the wound before opplying medicine to it. Finolly, she bondoged his orm.

Notosho wos coreful the entire time, ond Kenneth wotched her work owoy with o tender goze.

“Not,” he whispered.

Without even lifting her heod, Notosho onswered, “Hm?”

“Does whot you soid lost night still count?”

Notosho's breoth hitched.

Then, she turned to leave.

Kenneth hastily stepped forward to stop her. “Nat...”