Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628

Hearing that, Dave followed Denise's gaze, only to see Kenneth walking back with Natasha in his arms. His intuition screamed that something awful might have happened.

“Let's go, Denise,” he urged in a solemn voice.

Denise nodded. No longer in the mood to bother about anything else, they both rushed out at once.

“Kenneth!”

Just when Kenneth arrived at the car, Dave's voice rang out behind him.

He turned, upon which Denise promptly launched herself at him. “What's wrong with Nat, Daddy?”

Taking in their worried expressions, Kenneth stole a peek at Denise at the side. Even when Natasha was teetering on the verge of a breakdown, she was still afraid Denise would learn about her condition. As such, what can I say right now?

Thus, he kept a leash on his emotions as well. “She's fine. It was just low blood sugar.”

Low blood sugar?

It went without saying that Dave knew it couldn't possibly be the case. But then, he could roughly surmise what had happened.

At the side, Denise's brows furrowed as she looked on.

Nonetheless, she didn't say anything further, and it was uncertain whether she believed Kenneth's words or not.

“Come, let's go home!” Kenneth stated.

Dave nodded. Subsequently, they all got into the car together.

Throughout the drive, Denise kept silent. Her gaze remained fixated on Natasha, brimming with worry.

Kenneth said nothing either, his emotions a jumbled mess at that instant.

The car sped along the road for more than half an hour before it finally drove into the castle.

No sooner had the car come to a stop than Natasha awakened.

“Nat!” Denise immediately cried out upon seeing that.

Likewise, Kenneth and Dave promptly swung their gazes at Natasha.

By then, Natasha's complexion had slightly improved. Glimpsing Denise's anxious expression, she flashed her a smile. “What's wrong?”

“What's wrong with you, Nat?” Denise's voice was tinged with tears, making it evident that she didn't believe Kenneth when he claimed that it was merely low blood sugar.

The smile remained on Natasha's face. “I'm fine, just a bit tired.”

“But... But...” Denise regarded her skeptically.

In the face of her disbelief, Natasha forced herself to sit up. “Look, am I not fine?”

While they were driving back in the car, Denise had already checked her mother all over and ascertained that there were no injuries. But it was precisely the lack of injuries that had her increasingly worried.

Furthermore, she was no fool. Judging from Kenneth's expression, it couldn't have been a simple case of low blood sugar.

“All right, I'm really fine,” Natasha asserted.

Right then, Denise glanced at Kenneth. “You don't need to lie to me, Nat. Daddy's expression says it all.”

Upon hearing that, Natasha looked at Kenneth as well. He was obviously tense, and his expression was indeed as grim as ever.

Frowning, she maintained, “He panicked even when I donated blood, so it's only natural that he'll react that way now that I've passed out.”

In truth, it did make sense though it seemed to be a stretch.

Still, Denise said nothing.

Natasha proceeded to turn her gaze to Kenneth. “I'm going to get mad if you continue scaring them like this, Kenneth!”

She was pretty serious when she said that, so Kenneth put his emotions away and played along with her. “Got it. I won't do it anymore.”

Smiling faintly, Natasha turned back to Denise. “Well? Are you convinced now?”

At that, Denise bobbed her head.

“Okay, don't worry about me anymore,” Natasha coaxed.

“I'm not worried anymore, Nat. Have a good rest,” Denise echoed.

Before Natasha could respond to that, Kenneth interjected, “Just go and rest since she has said so. I'll carry you back to your room!”

While saying that, he scooped her up and walked away without waiting for them to say anything.

Seeing that, Denise followed behind him.

Out of the blue, Kenneth halted in his tracks. He glanced over his shoulder at his daughter behind him. “Denise, Nat needs to rest, so go and look for Anthony and Benjamin first. Come and check on her when she wakes up later.”

Stopping, Denise could only nod as she stared at them. “Okay, got it.”

Kenneth said nothing more, striding away with Natasha in his arms.

Wrapping an arm around his neck, Natasha chided in exasperation, “Not only is she smart, but she's also a girl with sharp observation skills and great intuition. If you make it so obvious, she'll notice something is off sooner or later.”

Kenneth's cold and pale face was stretched taut, his voice low and hoarse. He continued walking at a fast clip with her in his arms without stopping, merely murmuring, “Sorry, but I can't keep up the act.”

“Even so, you've got to persist. Kenneth, the three of them can't be allowed to learn about this,” Natasha argued.

Nevertheless, Kenneth remained silent and continued forging ahead.

“Kenneth!” Natasha glowered at him, her brows knitting together.

Perhaps because he could sense that she was really infuriated, Kenneth heaved a sigh and looked down at her. “Got it.”

Following his agreement, Natasha finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She rested her head against his chest. “I know this is difficult for you, but Kenneth, I truly can't bear to see them down in the dumps. I'd rather suffer everything myself.”

“While they're your kids, they're mine as well. I understand,” Kenneth replied.

Hearing that, Natasha nodded.

She knew that he loved the children just as much as she did. The only difference was in his way of expressing it.

“I've always known that you're a good father,” Natasha commented with her eyes pinned on him.

In response, Kenneth forced a smile. After all, he knew all too well what she meant by that. His mouth twitching, he lamented, “You don't need to butter me up with that, Nat. I only promised to try my best. To me, no one is more important than you, not even the kids.”

That rendered Natasha speechless for a moment.

The man's eyes were extraordinarily dark and solemn.

Natasha stared straight into his eyes. “But to me, they're more important than you.”

Kenneth wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that. “If you've got to make a choice one day, I'd rather they take precedence over me.”

Natasha continued gazing at him, the look in her exquisite eyes indescribably complex.

He loves me more than anything, but apart from me, the kids are more important than him. In this relationship, he has placed himself last.

With her eyes trained on him, she reached out and wrapped a hand around his arm. “Kenneth, they're a responsibility while you are a choice. Do you understand?”

Dipping his eyes, Kenneth looked at the woman in front of him, his lips turning up. “I do.”

Without saying anything, Natasha rested her head against his chest. As she listened to his solid heartbeat, an unspeakable sense of security enveloped her.

In no time, they arrived at the room. After settling her in, Kenneth spun on his heel and left to look for Spencer.

Right then, Spencer was still doing research in the laboratory. He jumped in fright when the door opened with a bang.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Kenneth?” he groused, shooting daggers at the man.

“What's the progress with the antidote?” Kenneth demanded, cutting straight to the chase.

“The results will be out soon,” Spencer answered, not even bothering to lift his head.

A frown marred Kenneth's countenance as he swept his gaze over the experiment.

“What's wrong?” Spencer inquired, clocking the grim look on the man's face.

“Nat had a recurrence today,” Kenneth admitted.

Spencer stilled when he heard that, swinging his gaze to the man. At the same time, understanding dawned upon him about why the latter was so frantic.

Just as he was about to say something, the machine churned out a report without warning.

The experiment results were out.