Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 593

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.

Natasha could not protest her way out of that.

Kenneth did not show any signs of leaving. Instead, he stayed by her.

Natasha leaned back. She never realized what a torturous thing it was being in bed and wanted nothing more than to get up and move about.

“Aren't you going to send the dishes back down?” Natasha asked, staring at him.

“I don't need to,” Kenneth replied. “Somebody will collect them later.”

“Shouldn't you go out and make sure of that, then?” she asked after a startled pause.

“No need. Everything's fine out there. My main priority is to care for you,” Kenneth announced.

At a loss for words, Natasha resigned to glancing at the clock every so often from the bed while simmering in the agony of every passing second.

As was often the case of people, lying in bed was only a luxury when they could do so as they pleased.

When there were limits imposed, however, it was akin to laying on a bed of nails.

Kenneth could tell what Natasha was thinking, though he did not expose her. Instead, he merely sat beside her with a smile on his lips.

“Where are the triplets?” Natasha asked in search of a different topic.

“Still asleep,” Kenneth answered.

“Did you sleep last night?”

“I did for a while,” he replied.

“Where did you sleep?” Natasha pressed on, one question after another.

Kenneth paused with his gaze fixed on her. “Beside you.”

Natasha froze. “Beside me? How did I not know about it?”

“You slept deeply as you were too frail and tired. Naturally, you would not have known.”

After beating around the bush, the conversation returned once again to that subject.

Natasha sighed helplessly as she gazed at him.

This must be what they call the burden of love.

She sat in bed and pondered for a long time. Occasionally, she glanced at Kenneth as if having thought of a good excuse. “I'd been asleep for too long, and I'll get a headache if I sleep any longer. I want to go for a walk and get some fresh air.”

Though it was an excuse she had concocted, Kenneth could not refuse it.

He nodded while keeping his gaze on her. “All right. I'll keep you company.”

So be it, as long as I get to go out for a walk.

Natasha got to her feet.

Having learned her lesson, she rose gingerly this time. Possibly due to the difference in having a fuller belly, she was feeling much stronger. Though her vision still blurred when she stood up, she no longer felt dizzy.

Kenneth held her arm. “How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine.” Natasha smiled at him. When she was about to take a step forward, Kenneth promptly scooped her up in his arms and headed into the bathroom.

Natasha glared at him. “What are you doing?”

“I'm bringing you to wash up.”

“I can manage on my own.”

“You wouldn't be taking such tiny steps if you really could manage,” said Kenneth wryly.

Natasha turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Aren't you afraid of spoiling me, Kenneth?”

Kenneth lowered his gaze to meet hers. “What low expectations you have toward men, Nat. Do you think you would be spoiled just from this?”

Natasha nodded. “It would be enough to do that to me.”

“Not for me. I told you before, Nat. I will make up for what I owe slowly. This is just the beginning.” They arrived in the bathroom as he spoke, and Kenneth set her down.

He followed her from the mirror to the far end. “What do you think? Do you need me to help you wash up?” he whispered in her ear.