You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 241

Kenneth pinned his ebony eyes on Natasha, his gaze brimming with amusement.

Natasha's gaze flickered slightly.

Staring right at him, she retorted, “Why are you asking the obvious?”

Kenneth chuckled, his laughter like a spring breeze blowing past. “Are you referring to the remark of 'stay sweet'?”

“What else could it be?” Natasha riposted.

With a smirk, Kenneth started the car and remarked, “I think they're very sensible and discerning.”

Natasha was struck dumb.

“That was obviously flattery!”

“That isn't important. Most importantly, that colleague of yours has an infinite future ahead of him and will soar to tremendous heights!” Kenneth asserted smilingly.

After saying that, something occurred to him, and he turned to Natasha. “Oh yes, what are the names of those few colleagues of yours?”

Natasha knew the man's plan all too well.

She regarded him through narrowed eyes. “Why? You even want to bribe those around me?”

Kenneth shot her a sidelong glance, undercurrents surging in his dark eyes. He then replied, “Of course not!

I was merely asking. I could tell they have a close relationship with you, so I'd never invite contempt upon myself.”

Hah! Men are all liars!

Natasha didn't believe that he wasn't up to any tricks.

Casually draping her hand over the car window, she studied him carefully. “In that case, why did you still ask when you've got so many spies in our company?

With only a hand on the steering wheel, Kenneth was a tad stunned when he heard that. Nonetheless, he didn't deny it.

How smart of her! It was just a simple remark, yet she figured things out. So what if she knows? There's nothing to deny. It's no big deal, anyway.

He glanced sideways, only to notice Natasha eyeing him in mirth. Thus, he quipped, “My spies'job isn't to gather their names.”

“Oh, really? Then, what do your spies gather?” Natasha queried.

The corners of Kenneth's mouth turned up, and the look in his eyes turned increasingly tender as he gazed at her. “What do you think, Nat? And why are you asking the obvious now?”

Words eluded Natasha.

She initially wanted to tease him for a bit, but he turned the tables on her. His address of “Nat,” especially, was all the more natural and seductive.

Recently, he had been “confessing his love” every so often without masking or concealing his feelings, so she had gradually gotten accustomed to it.

Scrutinizing him, she drawled, “Don't tell me that their job is to collect information about me, Mr.

Hamilton?”

Kenneth chortled. “It looks like you know everything, Nat!”

At that, Natasha was flabbergasted.

Seeing that she remained silent, Kenneth continued, “I was initially worried that you didn't understand my feelings for you, but I'm now completely at ease.” After he said that, his grin widened.

Meanwhile, a mixture of emotions was written across Natasha's face.

However, she abruptly realized why the man sent flowers and afternoon tea that day. It turned out that he had everything happening within the company in the palm of his hands.

In fact, he might even know the rumors spreading around in the company.

Such a feeling was undefinable. It felt as though she was “monitored,” and she should be mad, but at the same time, an indescribable sense of contentment pervaded her.

Perhaps it was because no one had ever expended so much effort for her sake.

She didn't say anything else, casting her gaze out the car window. The glass reflected the slight upward curve of the corners of her mouth.

At an upscale private restaurant, Sharon and Denise had already been waiting for some time when Kenneth and Natasha arrived.

The two of them were starving, so they ordered some desserts to eat.

Nonetheless, Sharon stopped eating after taking a few bites.

Denise stared at her. “Ms. Sharon...