You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 931

After laying Anthony on the bed, Kenneth pulled over the quilt to cover the former.

Anthony lay neatly on the bed, his palm-sized face looking soft and rosy. At times, others might even mistake him for a girl.

Anthony's appearance was undoubtedly a complete inheritance of all Kenneth's features.

Looking at him, Kenneth felt as if he was seeing his own childhood self. He reached out, almost instinctively wanting to stroke his son's hair. Anthony was sleeping deeply. Upon closer inspection of his long eyelashes, there were tear stains on his face, evidence of recent crying. Seeing this, Kenneth's gaze instantly darkened, his hand stopping mid-air.

Kenneth simply watched him for an indeterminate amount of time. Eventually, he withdrew his hand, lowered his gaze, and turned to leave the room.

Only after the door had closed and the room had fallen into complete silence did the person lying on the bed slowly open his eyes.

Anthony's gaze shifted toward the door, his eyes filled with complexity and conflict.

In fact, from the moment Dave carried Anthony into the living room, the latter had already woken up. Of course, he had heard their conversation, too. It was just that his feelings were quite complicated at the moment, and he genuinely didn't know how to face them, so he simply pretended to be asleep.

Looking at the entrance, Anthony's mind was filled with their conversations and the way Kenneth had looked at him just now. Even though he hadn't seen it, he could still feel it.

At that moment, his eyes expressed an indescribable melancholy.

When Kenneth walked into the study, Dave was already there, sitting and drinking wine.

Seeing that Kenneth had entered the room, Dave raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, “Care for a drink?”

Kenneth didn't say a word. He just walked over, picked up Dave's glass, and drank it.

Dave looked at him, seemingly perceiving his anger. Without a word, he picked up another glass and poured some more.

“What's wrong?” Dave asked.

Kenneth was a man of great self-control. A single drink was enough for him to vent his feelings. He quickly composed himself and then looked up at Dave. “What do you need from me?”

Dave said, “I think we might have to bring forward our plans!”

“Huh?” Kenneth squinted, then looked at him. “Although I'd like that too, I'm curious why.”

Dave took out something that resembled a strip of paper and placed it on the table, sliding it toward him.

“What?” asked Kenneth.

“Take a look,” Dave said.

Kenneth picked it up and examined it closely, then narrowed his eyes. “Is this a number?”

Dave was pouring a drink when he heard his words and couldn't help but laugh. “Kenneth, even a fool can tell it's a number!”

Unperturbed, Kenneth glanced at him once before turning his attention back to the string of numbers. After a long pause, he asked, “Time?”

Dave paused at his actions, turning back to look at Kenneth. At first, there was surprise, but it soon gave way to calmness. Indeed, this is the Kenneth I know.

Dave held the glass and gently swirled it in his hand.

“Why have you gone silent?” Kenneth asked him. “Was I right?”