Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 780

Chapter 780 A Smart Woman
Natasha turned around to look at Thalia, who appeared unwilling to accept the outcome. Raising her brow, she asked, “What's wrong? Don't tell me you're refusing to admit you've lost?”

Thalia knitted her brows. “No...”

“That's good.” Natasha then turned to Spencer and said, “Make sure she takes the antidote.” With that, she headed upstairs.

“Natasha!” Thalia called out, but Natasha did not even bother turning around.

Thalia was exasperated. Left with no choice, she grabbed the medicine bottle, wanting to throw it out. Before she could even do that, Spencer stopped her.

He grabbed her hand from the back and took the bottle from her. “There's only one pill. Don't waste it if you're not going to eat it.”

In truth, Thalia never wanted to throw it. She just did not know what to do.

I should be the one to win. Why did I end up losing? Also, why did Natasha seem so confident as if she had foreseen everything?

Glancing at Spencer, she asked, “How did this happen?”

Spencer returned her gaze and muttered, “That's how she is. She always acts like the victor no matter the outcome, and strangely enough, in the end, things will always go her way.”

“I just can't help but feel something's off...” Thalia uttered.

“All right, just stop thinking about it,” Spencer advised.

Thalia lifted her gaze to look at him. “Spencer, I still can't accept the antidote.”

With a look that suggested he had already predicted her answer, he said softly, “I know. I knew you'd be like this no matter the outcome.”

“Is there any other way?” asked Thalia.

“I can't give you any advice because I don't know, either,” answered Spencer.

“But—”

Just then, Spencer stuffed the medicine bottle into her hand again. “Here. No matter what your final decision is, no one will blame you for it.”

With that, he got up and left as well.

He understood Thalia's character well. She was not a selfish person. In fact, she would do her best to return someone's kindness tenfold or even a hundredfold, even if it was only a tiny gesture. Not to mention, this was Natasha Thalia was dealing with. In essence, both Natasha and Thalia were similar. They had few friends and lived in their own world. Moreover, they had their own special way of being kind to someone without making it obvious.

Thus, Spencer knew what Thalia's decision was.

Up until that day, he had been trapped in his own emotions, unable to accept the fact that something would happen to Thalia. That was why he proposed such a selfish request to Natasha. Deep down, he knew better than anyone that he was out of line, so he had been hounded by his guilty conscience. However, what Thalia and Natasha did that day made him realize something.

Kenneth cared for Natasha just as much as Spencer cared for Thalia. Even so, he said nothing about the matter.

After all, they had to allow the two women to settle their own affairs.

Even though Spencer had belatedly realized that, he felt less guilty after thinking things through.

The only thing he could do at that moment was to do his best in developing the antidote rather than helping them decide who should take the antidote.

As soon as he went upstairs, he got busy in the laboratory. No matter how difficult the process was going to be, he was determined to overcome every obstacle and create the antidote.

After watching everyone leave, Thalia, who was still downstairs, shifted her gaze to a figure sitting not far away from the living room.

Dave was still sitting there, staring at something. Upon noticing him, Thalia strolled over and sat across from him.

Dave was slightly taken aback to see her when he lifted his gaze. “Do you need anything?”

“No. I'm just a little depressed.”

Hence, Dave continued sipping on his coffee while staring at the items on the table as if she did not exist.

After hesitating for some time, Thalia looked at him and asked, “Do you have nothing to say to me?”

“Like what?”

“The fact that we only have one antidote for two people?” Thalia said.

“Don't you two have an answer already?” Dave asked in return.

“But... don't you get the feeling that she had predicted the result?” Thalia asked.

Dave stopped sipping on his coffee. An inexplicable glint flashed past his eyes, and without even lifting his head, he said, “She has always been smart.”

Of course, Thalia could not deny that. Still, she felt that something was strange.

She pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of something. “What does this have to do with being smart?”

Dave said nothing.

Eyeing him suspiciously, Thalia pressed on, “Do you know something?”

Dave looked up with a calm gaze. He knew what Natasha's plan was, but he would never reveal it.

“About what?” asked Dave.

Thalia fixed her gaze on him, feeling at a loss for words. True. What am I trying to get at? No matter how smart Natasha is, she can never predict the future.

Dave cleaned the table and got to his feet when Thalia fell completely silent.

That was when Thalia snapped back to her senses. Realizing he was leaving, she frowned. “Where are you going?”

Dave turned around to look at her. “You're from Darknetz, while I'm from DX. The fact that we're not getting into a fight is already a miracle. Still, I don't think it's a good idea for us to chat like this.”

Thalia nodded. “You're right.”

“Goodbye, then.” Dave nodded as well.

“Don't. I should be the one leaving instead. You stay here while I go back to my room now.” With that, Thalia rose to her feet and sauntered upstairs.

Dave arched his brow as he watched her leave. She's right. This is my house, after all.

At that thought, he returned to his seat.

Right then, his phone rang. He frowned a little when he saw who the caller was.

“Okay. I understand. I'll go over with J tomorrow.”

In the meantime, Natasha slumped in the bed the moment she returned to her room.

Kenneth followed after her. When he saw her lying on the bed with a look of exhaustion, he walked over and asked, “What's wrong? Are you regretting it?”

Natasha looked at him. “No.”

Kenneth strolled over and gazed at her. “Nat, are you sure you don't want to fight for yourself?”

“I did, but I lost. I guess that's fate. No one can control it, and no one can do anything about it,” said Natasha with a sigh.

A cold smirk crept onto Kenneth's lips. “Is that so?”

Natasha nodded. “The truth is obvious, isn't it?”

“Though I don't know what that man's up to, I figured that he'll probably appear there every day at the exact same time. If not, he must've wanted to do something to impress Dave when he saw him. Then again, the way he called out to that woman tells me it wasn't the first time he did that. Hence, out of the two possibilities, the former is a more plausible explanation. You've noticed that daily and used that to your advantage. That's why you have confidence in winning.” After relating everything, he stared at her. “Am I right, Nat?”

Natasha studied him with bright, glimmering eyes as she lay on the bed. She pondered for a moment before suddenly getting up, moving closer to him, and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Kenneth, are you just smart or do you know me too well?”