Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 She Is Really Her Daughter

Just then, Kenneth turned around to look at Benjamin and asked, “Benjamin, what do you like?”

Perhaps Benjamin did not expect Kenneth to ask him such a question, he was briefly stunned before he arched a brow and responded, “I like… power and authority?”

Kenneth was at a loss of words.

Benjamin chuckled. “I’m just kidding. I don’t have anything that I really like. Maybe for Denise to be happy, Mommy to be healthy, and Gramps to live a long life? As long as everyone is together and happy, that’s enough for me. There is nothing that I really like.”

Hearing those words, Kenneth smiled in relief.

It seems like Natasha has taught the two kids very well. One is innocent and adorable, while the other is mature and sensible.

Kenneth stretched out his hand and stroked the boy’s head. “Benjamin is indeed a sensible boy.”

That action left Benjamin momentarily shocked, but he soon broke into a smile, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Ever since he learned that Kenneth was his father, he had kept a distance from the latter while secretly observing him. However, that intimate behavior earlier instantly penetrated his heart.

It turned out that Kenneth was not as bad as Benjamin had expected. At the very least, the man fulfilled the image of a fatherly figure the latter had in mind—mature and composed, wealthy and powerful; more importantly, handsome.

Kenneth was absolutely the type of man Benjamin aspired to become, except for one major imperfection—his love life.

To put it plainly, the man was hem and haw with relationships. If he could kick that bad habit, he would probably be the perfect man on earth!

At that very moment, Kenneth stared at him. “But if there are any material things you like, feel free to tell me. From now on, I will be there at every celebration for you and Denise.”

Um… Is that considered a form of love confession?

It would be a lie if Benjamin said he was not a wee bit excited deep inside. After all, every boy had a noble father they dreamed about having, and Kenneth was the perfect image of what Benjamin imagined his father to be.

Well, Anthony, it’s a pity you aren’t around now!

Despite his raging emotions deep within, Benjamin pretended to look calm, as if he had the whole situation under his control. “Mmm, I got it.” He nodded.

While Kenneth was interacting with the kids, Natasha, who was having breakfast, occasionally snuck a glance and squinted her eyes without saying anything.

Meanwhile, displeasure was overflowing from Terence’s gaze and expression. But noticing how happy Denise and Benjamin were, he glanced at Natasha.

“Aren’t you doing anything about it?”

“They seem rather happy, don’t they?” Natasha did not seem to mind.

She was, in fact, not against the idea of raising the kids together had Kenneth not been that despicable and cruel. Deep down, she believed that the kids needed fatherly love too.

“What if he snatches them away from you?” Terence was still visibly fazed.

The corners of Natasha’s lips curled upward. “If that’s the case, he’s not qualified to be a father. I will fight him with all my might.”

Terence mulled over for a mere moment. “He knows everything?”

“I didn’t say anything anyway.”

Terence took another look at Kenneth and heaved a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. Just based on how much they’re genetically alike, and not to forget Liam’s attitude, there’s no difference from announcing it to the world.”

Natasha smiled and comforted, “All right, Grandpa. Don’t worry. I know what to do.”

With all that said, there was nothing more Terence could refute, and he merely pursed his lips together. “I’ll go buy something.” Finishing that, he got up and headed outside.

“Gramps, where are you going?” Benjamin’s voice abruptly sounded from behind.

“To buy some stuff,” Terence replied dully, his tone laced with unhappiness.

Benjamin exclaimed, “I’ll go with you!”

Hearing that, Terence raised his eyebrow. His expression had evidently brightened up a little. “Sure. Let’s go.”

Benjamin turned to Kenneth. “Mr. Handsome, I-”

“Go on!” the latter urged even before the boy could finish his sentence.