You're Out Daddy

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The trio chatted while walking back to the house.

“Daddy, remember to wash up before you look for Nat. Don't get caught,” Anthony reminded.

Kenneth was unperturbed. “There's no need since I didn't get involved.”

“Yes, you didn't get your hands dirty. But there'll be a smell on you since you were together with us,

right?”

“What smell?” A female voice sounded as soon as they stepped into the living hall.

Startled by the voice, Anthony and Kenneth stopped in their tracks.

As they raised their gaze, they saw Natasha sitting on the couch in the living hall with her legs crossed.

She looked relaxed as if she had been waiting for them.

Dave was walking alongside them, and when he saw them stopping, he felt compelled to stop too.

Right then, Natasha stood up and turned around to look at them.

Dave knitted his brows when he saw Natasha. These two have a strong reason to fear her, but why

should I be afraid of her?

However, for some reason, he stood still like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of

being caught red-handed.

Natasha stood there without saying anything. Her expression was gentle, but somehow the three of

them did not dare to make any move.

Anthony's voice started to tremble as he looked at Natasha. “Oh, it's nothing. We were talking about

washing off the stench of sweat due to the hot weather. By the way, Nat, why aren't you sleeping yet?”

Anthony laughed nervously and quickly hid his hands behind his back from Natasha's sight.

As Natasha's gaze swept across the three of them, she could sense that they were hiding something

from her. Nevertheless, she did not call them out immediately. Instead, she looked at them, nodding. “I

can't sleep, so I decided to wait for you all!”

“Oh. It's getting late, and I'm tired. I shall head upstairs first. Nat, you can slowly catch up with Daddy.

Good night!” With that, Anthony put his hands into his jeans pockets and walked off as if nothing had

happened.

Just when everything looked so natural and inconspicuous, Natasha suddenly spoke. “Hang on!”

Anthony cursed under his breath; he was so close to getting away.

As he turned around to look at Natasha, Anthony's expression remained innocent-looking. “Nat, is

there anything else?”

Natasha narrowed her eyes and walked toward Anthony, scanning him from head to toe. “Hands!”

Anthony did not move and continued to act innocent. “What hands?”

“Show me your hands!” Natasha glared at him and ordered.

Anthony clenched his fists tightly and dug deeper into his pockets. After that, he turned his gaze toward

Dave and Kenneth, who were standing at the doorway. With a meaningful look, Anthony signaled to

them for help, but both avoided eye contact with him.

Traitors! Anthony scoffed angrily.

He then retracted his gaze and turned back to look at Natasha with an aggrieved expression. “Nat...”

“Take out your hands!” Natasha enunciated, growing impatient.

Unable to defy Natasha, Anthony reluctantly took his hands out of his pockets. However, he kept his

fists clenched, trying to make a last-ditch attempt to hide the evidence.

Unfortunately, that attempt proved futile. He eventually spread out his palms due to Natasha's

pressurizing glare.

Although Anthony had washed his hands, it was not a thorough job as he could not see clearly due to

poor lighting. There were still visible blood stains on his hands.

Natasha took a quick glance and asked, “What happened?”

“Erm...” Anthony pursed his lips and looked up at her. “We rescued someone on our way back. That's

why my hands are stained. Mr. Dave's hands are stained too!” The story they had worked on earlier

was ultimately put to use.

Natasha listened with doubt. “Rescue?”

Anthony nodded earnestly. “That guy was in such bad shape; he had blood all over him. Mr. Dave and I

rescued him!”

Just then, Natasha turned her head and switched her gaze to Dave and Kenneth.

Dave caught her gaze and pretended to cough. “Erm, yes. That's what happened!”

Hearing that, Natasha retracted her gaze and looked back at Anthony. “Since it's a good deed, why are

you being so secretive?”

“Well, we don't want you to worry!” Anthony laughed with relief.

Once again, Natasha scanned him from head to toe. After ensuring that he was all right, she felt

relieved. “Go and wash up!”

“Yes, Nat! Good night!” Without wasting a breath, Anthony dashed upstairs.

The sound of his footsteps quickly disappeared in the hallway.

At that moment, Dave did not want to stay any longer. He cleared his throat and said, “It's late. I should

rest too. You both have a good chat!”

Natasha looked at him and nodded lightly.

Seeing that, Dave hurriedly headed upstairs before Natasha could change her mind and decide to

probe further.

With that, only Natasha and Kenneth were left in the living hall.

Kenneth shifted his eyes to Natasha and slowly approached her.

The next moment, he grabbed Natasha by her waist and gazed at her lovingly. “You've been waiting for

a long time, haven't you?”

Natasha looked him in the eye. “Not very long, an hour at most!”

“You can wait in the room next time!”

Narrowing her eyes, Natasha asked, “You have nothing else to say?”

Kenneth paused for a moment before he responded with a question of his own, “What do you wish to

know?”

“The screams I heard on the phone and the blood stains on Anthony,” Natasha grilled.

“Didn't he just explain?”

“Well, the story sounds convincing enough, but I want to hear from you as well,” Natasha replied in a

low voice.

Kenneth pursed his lips. “What if my story is the same as theirs?”

Natasha pouted her lips, but it was evident from her eyes that she saw through their act. “So now, the

father and son are ganging up and lying to me, huh?”

“Hey, I didn't say anything at all!” Kenneth defended.

“You're an accomplice by remaining silent!” Natasha grunted.

Kenneth pulled Natasha into his arms. “If I'm the accomplice, what does that make you, then? You

knew the story was fake, yet you chose to believe!”

“I didn't want to hurt his pride!”

Kenneth nodded and looked at her. “Your intimidating aura terrorized poor Dave. He already has a

phobia of marriage. I'm sure he won't dare to get married after this incident!”

Instantly, Natasha was taken aback as she did not expect to hear that. “Did I? I thought I was quite

mellow. Further, I wasn't targeting him at all.”

Kenneth nodded in all seriousness. “I know you weren't targeting him, but you have shown him the

truth about marriage. He definitely will not take on this peril now.”

“Peril?” Nothing could escape Natasha's sharp ears. She looked at Kenneth and questioned, “So your

life is in peril because of me?”

Kenneth knew he had gotten himself into trouble, so he hurriedly explained, “That's not what I meant...”

“What do you mean then?”

“What I'm saying is...”

Natasha stared straight into his eyes, waiting for his explanation.

Kenneth had a mental block and did not know how to get himself out of the mess.

This d*mned mouth of mine!

As Natasha watched him, she scoffed, “Loss for words?” She took a deep breath, and a wicked grin

flashed across her face. “Since that's the case, I guess you should avoid me—the peril which could

cost you your life.” With that, Natasha turned and walked away.

Kenneth immediately pulled her back, cupped the back of her head, and planted a kiss on her lips.

It was a domineering and passionate kiss, as though he wanted her to forget what had happened

earlier by shifting her attention away.

Meanwhile, Dave stood by the stairs and watched down on the pair as their lips locked tightly together.

The corners of his lips curled into a conflicted smile. Soon after, he turned and made his way to his

room...

Kenneth paused for a moment before he responded with a question of his own, “What do you wish to

know?”