You're Out Daddy

Chapter 747 The Function Of A Door

Natasha slowly regained her senses.

Seeing the man who was sitting next to her bed with tightly furrowed brows, she muttered weakly, “I'm sorry to

worry you.”

Kenneth's expression was solemn, and he made an effort to suppress his emotions. Noticing that she was trying to

get up, he immediately held her down. “Don't move. You should lie down and get more rest.”

“I'm fine...”

Natasha felt considerably more relaxed all over after the pain subsided. She felt as if she was in a trance at that

moment.

“Listen to me,” Kenneth murmured.

Natasha looked at him and did not insist on getting up anymore.

At that moment, a knock sounded on the door. Natasha immediately looked at the door vigilantly and asked, “Is it

the kids?”

Without saying anything, Kenneth got to his feet and walked to the door.

He opened the door, and the housekeeper was seen standing outside with a plate of food in her hands.

Natasha heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the triplets were not outside.

Kenneth walked to the bed and placed the food at the side before helping Natasha up.

Natasha leaned against him. Although her complexion was pale, there was an indescribable comfort on her face. “I

thought it was the kids, and I was even thinking of what to say.”

“You can just tell them if it's too tiring.” Kenneth picked up the piping hot food and gently blew on it.

Natasha thought about it and shook her head. “We better not. We must put ourselves in the children's shoes. How

would they feel if they saw me like this? The fewer people who know, the less misery there will be. They shouldn't

be worrying so much at their age.”

At this moment, Kenneth blew on the spoonful of soup and held it to her mouth.

Natasha raised her gaze to look at him and noticed that Kenneth's expression was indescribably grim.

She opened her mouth silently to eat as Kenneth fed her patiently.

Seeing that he was silent, she reminded, “Don't tell them.”

Kenneth took a deep breath. “Don't worry. I love them as much as you do.”

“Then why did you make that joke just now?”

“I wasn't joking, Nat. I simply don't want you to be worried constantly about this matter.”

“I'm fine...”

“Then what state must you be in to deem you aren't fine?” Kenneth asked in return, looking at her tenderly.

Natasha returned his gaze and was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Nat, you don't have to keep up a strong front.”

Natasha lowered her eyes and murmured, “I know. I'm just used to doing so.”

Kenneth pulled her into his arms.

Natasha wanted to speak, but she felt that the arms embracing her were trembling slightly.

She paused for a moment, and her words were stuck in her throat.

“Nat, do you know how I felt when I saw you run back and try to hold on by yourself?”

“I know. I—”

“No, you don't!” Kenneth cut her off, and it was near impossible to describe the pain he was feeling. He embraced

her tightly and continued, “Nat, I don't want to see you like that again. Can you try putting your faith and trust in

me? I know I can't take away your pain, but I won't let you be alone!”

The corners of Natasha's mouth curved upward a fraction. “I know, and I will.”

Kenneth did not speak as he hugged her harder.

Seeing that he had no intention of letting her go, Natasha called out softly, “Kenneth... Kenneth, I can't breathe

when you hold me this tightly.”

Kenneth released his grip when he heard that.

Natasha looked at him with a pale complexion. Just when she was about to speak, her hand accidentally brushed

over the uneven skin on his arm, and she halted in her movement.

Natasha lowered her eyes and fixed her gaze on his arm. It was bloodied.

Just then, memories of the previous incident rushed back into her mind.

Natasha gently pressed her hand on his wound and froze momentarily. “Did I bite you just now?”

Kenneth covered his wrist discreetly with his sleeve and looked at her. “It's fine.”

How can he possibly be fine even if he claims so?

Kenneth was worried that she would feel bad about this, so he grabbed her wrist. A deep mark was left on her

delicate wrist as well.

Natasha frowned at that.

“Do you know of the practice whereby people bite each other's arms in a vow of loyalty?” asked Kenneth, his eyes

locked on hers.

Natasha nodded.

“In a way, we have taken a vow of loyalty. You can't break your vow!”

Natasha chuckled upon hearing that. “Does that work like this?”

“Why not? You must take responsibility since you gave me this mark.”

Upon deliberation, Natasha said, “Okay, I won't disappoint you.”

“Remember what you said!”

“Yes. I always honor my promises.” Natasha bobbed her head.

“Simply using words won't do. You have to prove it with actions.” Kenneth gazed at her.

Natasha's beautiful eyes narrowed. She leaned over and planted a light kiss on his lips.

The corners of Kenneth's mouth raised slightly. He extended his hand to support her back when he saw her

struggling to get to him, causing her to press her body against him.

This was a kiss of a vow.

Kenneth's heart gradually calmed down as he observed her long lashes.

Just then, the door burst open, and a figure rushed in.

“Ms. Watson, are you okay?” Thalia stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the scene in front of her.

Uh... Should I leave now while I can, or should I turn around first?

Natasha hastily moved away from Kenneth when Thalia was still in a dilemma. Kenneth glanced at Thalia in

dissatisfaction and muttered unhappily, “Don't you know the function of a door?”

Thalia initially felt a little guilty but was disgruntled when she heard Kenneth's accusatory words. She retorted back

immediately, “It's clearly used to enter a room!”

“You—” Kenneth was about to speak, but he felt a hand on the back of his hand.

Natasha shook her head at him.

Only then did Kenneth let it go.

How could Thalia not notice what was going on when she was standing right there? She rolled her eyes smugly at

Kenneth.

“Kenneth, I want some more,” Natasha said.

Kenneth knew Natasha was trying to get him to leave. He lowered his head and uttered patiently, “Wait for me.” He

got to his feet and made his way out.

Thalia stood at the side and rolled her eyes again as she watched him leave.

Natasha was nonplussed by her response.

“Have a seat.”

After Kenneth made his way out, Thalia's expression changed, and she leaned over to Natasha with a worried

expression. “Are you okay? I heard Spencer say...”