You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 771

Natasha shook her head. “Nope, but I can start having one now.”

A hint of mischief flashed across her eyes. Kenneth knew she was merely trying to use that method to persuade him.

He bored his dark eyes into her and remained quiet because her effort was insufficient to convince him.

Sensing his silence, Natasha knew he still had reservations about that matter.

After contemplating briefly, Natasha lowered her gaze, took a step closer to him, and reached out to gently tug the corner of his shirt before looking up at him. “All right, Kenneth. I know you're worried about me and have my best interest at heart. But please just agree with this decision, okay?”

“What if I don't agree?” he asked.

“If you don't agree, you'll leave me with no choice but to keep you trapped in this room,” she threatened while staring at him.

He glanced at her. “Do you think you're capable of doing that?”

“We'll find out the answer once we give it a try,” she replied.

Kenneth swept his eyes across her and stood up to leave. At that moment, Natasha suddenly launched a sneak attack from behind.

Walking toward the door, he heard the sound of Natasha thrusting her fist. As if he had grown eyes in the back of his head, he extended his arm to grab her hand.

Noticing that, she continued to strike, and the two began to spar in the room.

When she saw Kenneth swinging his fist at her, her eyes gleamed with a hint of cunning glint. The next second, she staggered backward and collided with the table.

“Ouch...” Natasha grunted and furrowed her brows in agony.

Seeing that, Kenneth immediately withdrew his arm and approached her. “Nat, are you all right?”

“It hurts,” she murmured in a dulcet tone.

Kenneth frowned, too anxious to remain cool-headed. “B-But I didn't exert that much force...”

“But it's really painful,” she said piteously.

He gazed at her with tightly knitted brows. The next second, he carried her and put her on the bed.

“Where does it hurt? Can you show me?” he asked.

Taking in his concerned expression as he examined her body, Natasha's eyes glimmered, and she pounced on him, pinning him onto the bed.

He looked up, and upon seeing that she seemed to be doing fine and catching the sly look flickering past her eyes, his gaze darkened.

“Well? Do you think I can trap you here now?” she asked with her brows arched.

“Nat, since when have you learned to put on a pitiful act to garner sympathy?”

She shook her head. “No, I'm not doing this to garner sympathy.” Natasha leaned forward, inching closer to his lips as she spoke. The look in her eyes became increasingly charming as she whispered, “This is an act to seduce you.” And with that, she pressed him on the bed.

Meanwhile, inside the lab, Spencer stared at the antidote with complicated emotions churning in his dark eyes.

Natasha's words and various scenes from the past flashed across his mind. He knew that was a selfish act, but he had no other choice. Even if this is selfish, I'm willing to pay the price for it.

At that thought, he put the antidote away.

His eyes shone with determination.

At the same time, inside the shooting room, Thalia walked around the place and couldn't help but nod at the interior design and layout. “It seems like Dave is very generous toward you, using all the best materials in the construction.”

Benjamin stood nearby. “But I designed this place.”

Thalia shifted her attention to him. “For someone who's even capable of designing firearms, designing a place like this is a complete waste of talent.”

Hearing her compliment, he smiled.

“Still, you've already set everything up here, so what do you need my help with?” she asked.