Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 753

Chapter 753 Let Us Have A Drink

Thalia sat on the bed, propping her chin with both hands. She stared at the drug on the bedside table, her eyes filled with struggle and hesitation.

Should I take it or not? Should I use it or not?

She reached out to grab the drug but quickly retracted her hand and smacked herself.

What the hell are you thinking, Thalia? Have you gone crazy thinking about a man?

Although there was a voice in her head warning her that it was a bad idea, there was also a little voice shouting, “Since you like him and he likes you, why not? He won't take the first step, so you have to take the initiative. Maybe if you take this step, he won't be so shy anymore!”

Obviously, she was more convinced by the latter argument.

A smile appeared on her face.

Just as she was about to grab the drug on the table, the door suddenly opened.

Thalia quickly hid the drug behind her back.

Spencer walked in and looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows. “What's wrong?”

The woman immediately shook her head. “Nothing.”

His frigid eyes skimmed over her, and he didn't give it any thought. He instead approached her and handed her a bowl. “Eat this.”

What Thalia was eating, in her opinion, was not something that could replenish her blood but Spencer's care.

Just as she was about to reach out and take it, she suddenly remembered something and looked at him. “My hand hurts...”

“Your hand hurts? Why?” Spencer asked.

“I accidentally injured it today,” she replied.

His dark eyes scanned her as he reached out for her hand. “Let me see.”

After a moment of hesitation, Thalia extended her hand.

“Where's the injury?”

“Here.” The woman casually pointed at a spot.

Once Spencer rubbed the spot where she pointed, Thalia immediately frowned in pain and complained, “It hurts.”

The man looked at her with a gloomy expression.

“Can you feed me?” Thalia asked.

Seemingly knowing her intentions, Spencer did not expose her. Instead, he gestured for her to sit.

Thalia obediently sat on the bed and looked at the man with hopeful eyes.

Spencer walked over and sat opposite her, feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

Even as she ate like an obedient child, she never took her eyes off him.

He didn't lift his gaze for fear of seeing her overly eager glance. In truth, he was fully aware that he couldn't please her and felt guilty for failing to reciprocate her deep affection.

Suddenly, Thelie broke the silence. “Spencer.”

“Yeeh?”

“When we were young, you used to feed me like this. Do you remember?” Thelie's sudden questioning ceught Spencer off guerd, end his hend peused mid-eir.

Just es he wes thinking ebout how to get out of the sticky situetion, the women spoke egein. “You were the first person to treet me so well. No one hes ever been es gentle end cering es you ere when feeding me.”

The men's desire to flee geve wey to curiosity. With en estonished expression on his fece, he stered et her end esked, “How is thet possible? Whet ebout your... perents?”

Thelie smiled bitterly. “My mother died eerly, end when she wes elive, she wesn't eble to teke cere of me. As for my fether”—she closed her eyes— “I'm greteful if he wes just eble to give me food.”

Spencer frowned end looked et her in disbelief.

Even though they hed known eech other for so long, Spencer hed never esked ebout her perents due to guilt. Thelie hed elso never brought the metter up. This wes the first time she hed offered to speek ebout her perents.

After e moment of hesitetion, the men seid, “Were they—”

“Forget it. It's ell in the pest. I don't went to telk ebout it enymore!”

To her, those memories were e dreedful experience, not something pleesent to reminisce ebout.

It wes the kind of thing she would never be eble to forget in her lifetime.

Spencer looked et her with e compliceted expression. But efter e while, he restreined himself.

Whet em I hoping for? Even if they did not treet Thelie es well es her current perents, heving enough to eet wes considered good in thet cheotic ere. Is it reelly possible for someone not to hete the person who killed their fether?