You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 593

Natasha slept soundly through the entire day until the morning after.

To her, nothing was more restful than deep, uninterrupted sleep.

Feeling much better upon waking, Natasha stretched and was about to head to the bathroom when the door was pushed open softly to admit Kenneth, who entered with a tray.

He walked over, tenderness filling his eyes when he saw that she was awake. “You're up just in time,” he said gently as he seated himself beside her.

Natasha was one of those people who would have a meal before bed and have another immediately upon waking up.

She pushed herself up to a seated position and frowned as she did so. “How did you manage to time it so perfectly?”

Kenneth gazed at her with a bowl of oatmeal in his hand. “Denise had already eaten your share last night, but this is today's meal. You may not have the strength to stand if you skip this one too.”

“Don't exaggerate,” Natasha muttered in response.

Kenneth said nothing but stared at her instead.

“Fine, I'll eat. Let me do a quick wash-up, and I'll have it right after,” Natasha said in exasperation before getting up.

Kenneth's words came true a moment later. A spell of dizziness overcame her as soon as she got to her feet, and her vision became speckled with spots. It was fortunate that Kenneth caught her in time. “How are you feeling?”

Natasha steadied herself before answering, “I'm fine. I must have gotten up too quickly.”

Kenneth studied her. “You think I'm making a big deal out of nothing,” he said softly, “but you've never known the feeling of losing too much blood.” As he spoke, he pressed Natasha firmly back in bed. “Finish your meal, then wash up,” he ordered, emphasizing every word.

Natasha was about to protest, but she decided against it as she still felt heavy in her head.

She gazed at Kenneth while he fed her one spoonful at a time. “I can manage on my own.”

“All by yourself?” Kenneth asked, a hint of mischief flashing across his raised brows.

Natasha shrugged and surrendered to Kenneth feeding her. Fine. I might as well play and look the part of a sick person.

“By the way, is Thalia awake?” she asked suddenly.

“Not yet,” Kenneth replied, his voice low.

Natasha frowned. She was about to say something when Kenneth continued, “I don't want your first words in the morning to be of concern for another man.”

Natasha was rendered speechless.

“Spencer is just a friend,” Natasha said, staring at him.

Kenneth nodded. “I know.”

“Why are you still jealous, then?”

“I do know, but it doesn't stop me from feeling jealous,” Kenneth said as he gazed fixedly at her.

Natasha did not understand much about men, but she knew when to save her breath.

Besides, she would have been able to guess as much even if he did not say a word—Spencer was not going to take a step away before Thalia awoke.

Upon arriving at that thought, she decided to have her meal, then go over for a look.

Natasha then became more accommodating about her meal by eating whatever was asked of her, even wolfing down her food with ardor.

In just a few minutes, she consumed everything Kenneth had brought her.

“Will this do?” Natasha asked as she showed him her empty plates.

Kenneth grunted in response.

“I'll go wash up, then,” Natasha announced.

He grabbed hold of her just as she was about to get to her feet.

Natasha turned to face him.

“Take a break after your meal. You can go later,” Kenneth said.

“Surely that's not necessary?” Natasha asked.

“It is,” Kenneth affirmed.