You're Out Daddy

Chapter 788 I Need Your Help With Something

Spencer's gaze landed on Natasha as the helicopter flew away. His eyes glistened with complicated emotions.

The woman just so happened to meet eyes with him when she retracted her gaze.

“What's wrong?” she asked.

Spencer hesitated a little before walking over. The words he had taken a long time to put together seemed so fake

and held no meaning at that moment.

“What is it? Just spit it out. You know I hate it when someone is hesitant with their words,” Natasha said as she

scrutinized him. Nevertheless, she could already guess what he was going to say.

After a moment of hesitation, the man looked at her and said, “Thank you.”

“That's all?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“There are so many things that I want to say. But after thinking about it, I think nothing else is more suitable than

this,” he answered.

Natasha pondered for a moment before nodding her head. “All right. I accept it.”

Spencer stared at her, and the more nonchalant she looked, the more guilty he felt.

“I'm being serious. Thank you!” He met her gaze and continued, “But don't worry. I'll definitely develop an antidote

for you. I'll give you my life if I can't do that, and I mean it!”

“Don't!” Natasha smiled and declined, “I'll accept the former idea, but let's forget the latter.”

“Do you not believe me?”

“Of course I do. But your life is too precious, so stay alive and be of use to society. Living or dying depends on fate.

I'll decide what to do with my own life,” Natasha said.

Spencer was about to say something else when she added, “The reason I helped Thalia was not entirely because of

you. I had my reasons for it too. I'm grateful to her for going with Anthony on this trip. Plus, the three kids still

needed her protection in the future. Basically, I'm saying that Thalia is the perfect person for this.”

Spencer merely stared at her. No matter what she said, he was still grateful to her.

Their relationship was purely platonic before this, but after that incident, the feeling Spencer had for Natasha had

morphed into something more complicated. The guilt and self-blame he harbored would follow him for the rest of

his life.

Seeing that he wasn't talking, Natasha asked, “Oh, right. Based on Thalia's personality, she'd definitely go to you to

have her blood drawn to delay the effects of the poison. What did you say to her?”

“I gave her some vitamins and told her I had developed a medicine that can delay the effects of the poison even

without drawing blood.”

“And she believed you?” Natasha raised her brows.

Spencer nodded in response.

At that, the woman smiled. “How cute.”

Spencer cast his gaze downward at the thought of Thalia, and a mix of feelings stirred in his heart.

“Do you know what's the best way to describe Thalia?”

“What?”

“She's part angel and part demon.”

Spencer burst into laughter upon hearing that.

She continued as they walked back, “She's the embodiment of a demon when dealing with enemies and will never

show mercy. However, when she's with one of us, she'll act like an unworldly little girl and is so trusting.”

Spencer swept a glance at Natasha. “But she hates being lied to. She'll surely be mad if she discovers the truth one

day.”

“Do you mind?” she asked.

Spencer merely stared at her without saying anything in response.

“Nothing else matters as long as she's alive, right?” she said.

“That's true,” he replied with a nod.

Kenneth walked next to Natasha as they made their way back. He said nothing, and his face was tense with no hint

of expression the entire time.

Right then, Natasha turned toward Spencer and said, “Things are already set in stone, so don't overthink too much.

Do some research on the antidote and try developing it if you have time. I don't want to die, you know?”

Spencer nodded at her. “I will.”

With that, the woman grinned without saying another word.

Spencer took a look at Kenneth. The latter hadn't said a word the entire time, and Spencer knew he was upset

about what had happened. He retracted his gaze and said, “I won't disturb you two then. I'll head back to the lab

now.”

“Then, I'll await your good news.”

Spencer nodded and left.

Natasha only withdrew her gaze when he was far away. She turned toward the man behind her, who wore an ice-

cold expression. “What's with you? Are you still mad?”

“No,” Kenneth answered lowly, his tone chilly.

“The icy aura you're exuding right now can freeze someone to death, and you're telling me you're not mad?” she

teased.

Only then did Kenneth look at her with a gloomy look in his eyes. “I can't forgive him so easily.”

Natasha furrowed her brows at his response. Then, she said rather confidently, “Well, you certainly don't have to

forgive him.”

The man gave her a confused look.

“He's not your friend. Besides, it's not like the two of you will interact much in the future. So, does it matter?”

Natasha asked.

Kenneth was about to answer when she stepped forward and took his arm. “All right, all right. I was just teasing.”

Staring at her hand on his arm, he tugged it lightly, and she immediately fell into his embrace.

Kenneth fixed his gaze on her. “But I am angry!”

“Then, what should I do for you to stop being angry?” Natasha asked playfully.

He gazed at her and asked, “What if I stay mad no matter what you do?”

At that, Natasha stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on his lips. “What about this?”

“I'm still mad!”

She repeated the same action, and the kiss lasted a bit longer this time. “What about now?”

Kenneth's voice was husky, and his eyes burned with passion while looking at her. “Still a little.”

She gave him a faint smile and stopped teasing him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she planted a deep kiss

on his lips.

The grim aura Kenneth was emanating dissipated instantly when he finally got a taste of her. Savoring the sweet

sensation that filled his heart, he tightened his arms around her as he reciprocated and deepened the kiss.

Their kiss lasted a long time, and their silhouette under the sunset made for a beautiful view.

The couple walked hand in hand, happily chatting and laughing as they made their way back, making it look like

happiness was something so plain and natural.

Kenneth's phone suddenly rang just as they were approaching the doorway.

He pulled out his phone, and his expression turned solemn the moment he saw the number.

“What's wrong?” Natasha asked.

The man said nothing as he swiped the screen and answered the call. “Speak.”

His brows knitted together when he heard what the person on the other end said. “I got it. Let me think of

something. I'll be there in half an hour.”

Once he hung up, Natasha asked again, “What's wrong?”

Kenneth's expression was tense. “Nat, I might need your help with something.”

She had never heard him say he needed help from anyone before. “What is it?”

Kenneth lowered his gaze and took her hand. “Come on. I'll tell you on the way.”

Nodding, Natasha followed him.