You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 688

In the car, Spencer's eyes were trained on Thalia as he held her hand, showing no signs of loosening his grip anytime soon.

Natasha drove at lightning speed, wishing that the car could grow wings and fly back.

She sped all the way, flooring the gas pedal throughout the entire drive.

Although she knew that Thalia would be fine when the latter woke after passing out, she understood that kind of agony all too well. For that reason, she was still very much anxious.

Even when they reached the castle, Thalia remained unconscious.

After bringing the car to a stop, Natasha scrutinized Spencer's worried countenance before advising, “Spencer, if you truly care about Thalia, don't relent and give her any opportunity to do such a thing!”

Spencer held her gaze. “I don't want to relent either. But then, I don't want to see her in even greater pain.”

“I don't know what happened between you both, but you must make her stay here at present, even if it means lying to her! Today, she merely slashed her arm with a glass fragment, but the next time, it might be her wrist instead!” Natasha warned.

Upon hearing that, Spencer snapped his eyes up to her.

Natasha merely flashed him a smile. “Don't be surprised. I, too, had such a thought when the poison within me flared up.”

Spencer pressed his lips into a thin line. Indescribable torment and conflict stained his devilish features.

“Come on, let's bring her back to her room,” Natasha urged.

Spencer carried Thalia as though she was a precious treasure, carefully shielding her in his arms. He took her upstairs to her room.

Only after they had settled Thalia and dealt with her injury did Natasha's heart that had been lodged in her throat finally settle back into her chest. She then turned to Spencer and stated, “There's one more thing I think I should tell you.”

Lifting his eyes, Spencer looked at her.

“If it weren't for the flare-up this time, she would have most likely gone to seek Boss out alone,” Natasha divulged.

That stunned Spencer to the core.

“Therefore, it's your decision whether to have her stay.” Having said that, Natasha retracted her gaze. Thereafter, she spun on her heel and walked out.

In other words, she was giving them some space alone.

As the door slammed close, Spencer's eyes fell on Thalia, the look in them growing increasingly intense.

Outside, Natasha found a quiet spot and sat down.

Her eyes were fixed on an area as though she was lost in contemplation. At the same time, it also appeared as though she was spacing out. Under the sunlight, her striking face was rendered extraordinarily aloof.

At that precise moment, Dave returned from outside and happened to catch sight of her. Startled for a moment, he asked, “Why are you sitting here alone? Where's Kenneth?”

As his voice drifted into her ears, Natasha looked up at him and forced a smile. “He's probably out and will be back very soon!”

Hearing that, Dave bobbed his head. Then, he studied her closely. “So, is something wrong with you?”

“I'm fine.” Natasha shook her head.

“You don't look like you're fine,” Dave pressed on.

Natasha pondered for a while before she raised her eyes and pinned them on the man. “Can I ask you for a favor, Dave?”

Since it was rare for her to speak to him in such a solemn manner, Dave was exceedingly curious to know what exactly she wanted to say. He nodded. “What is it? As long as it's within my capabilities, I'll be more than glad to help!”

“I heard from Benjamin that you have an armory.”

In response, Dave bobbed his head. “Yes, that's right. What about it?”

Natasha pursed her lips lightly. “Can I have a tour of it?”

Following her request, Dave narrowed his eyes a fraction. “Of course. But are you also interested in such a thing?”

“Yes!” Natasha fibbed.

Alas, her expression and tone didn't quite match her answer. Dave eyed her suspiciously.

“Okay, then. I'll have Kenneth bring you over later.”

When Natasha heard that, she ventured, “Can't I go by myself?”

Dave glanced at her. “Your intention isn't as simple as a mere tour, yes?”

At that, Natasha chuckled. “You can tell?”

“I can only say that you're indeed bad at lying!” Dave replied.

Ultimately, Natasha nodded in admission. “All right. I actually want a self-defense weapon.”

“Self-defense?” Dave eyeballed her, still dubious about her claim.

“Can I?” Natasha questioned directly.

Dave's eyes remained fixed on her. “Does Kenneth know about this?”

“No,” Natasha admitted honestly.

A frown marred Dave's countenance as he scrutinized her.