You're Out Daddy

At such close proximity, they could almost hear the sound of each other’s breathing.

Kenneth had never observed her face so closely before. Her fair and bare face was flawless. Her gaze had a faint distant look, and her eyelashes were long and delicate.

Natasha’s perfectly-shaped pink lips glistened alluringly, arousing his desire to kiss her.

Under such an atmosphere, Kenneth gulped and gradually leaned forward.

However, at that moment, Natasha suddenly stretched out her hand and placed it between them. “What are you trying to do, Kenneth?”

Her voice pulled him back to reality.

Sensing his gaffe, Kenneth wiped the dazed expression off his face and stared at her. “What do you think I can do?”

“I don’t know what you can do, but I do know that if you dare to lay a finger on me, I’ll cripple you!”

Kenneth was rendered speechless.

She really can’t say anything sensual.

He backed away from her and could not help but say, “Natasha, your face has become prettier, but there is still nothing attractive about the way you speak and your temperament.”

She arched her brow upon hearing his remark. “It seems you’re still searching for romance even after all these years, Mr. Hamilton.”

Before he could respond, she continued, “What’s the matter? No one can satisfy you thus far?”

Kenneth fell silent.

“If that’s the case, I can only say it is because you do not deserve that pleasure!”

Kenneth remained quiet.

Natasha’s every word was harsh and unforgiving.

The next second, Kenneth suddenly leaned forward and pressed his body against hers again. “Have you forgotten how Denise and Benjamin were conceived? I remember you were extremely sensual that night.”

Natasha did not appear embarrassed or ashamed in the face of his teasing. Instead, she said with a smile, “Don’t you think I’m very professional? I thought you deserved my affection in the past, but I realized I was wrong. You are not worthy, after all.”

Natasha’s manner of speaking was indeed ruthless.

of exploding with

suppose that is my fault then. Why don’t I apologize to you, and you show me your gentle side again? What do you say?”

me to make that mistake previously was God’s way of favoring you. Do

chin. “Natasha, I do not deny that I treated you

chuckled. “Don’t you feel guilty when you utter

not acquainted at that time. We did not understand one another and lived different lifestyles. We were forced to be a couple because of my grandpa’s order. Do you really think we would be happy when the marriage was

but Natasha could not contain

goodwill to be reciprocated when I treat someone wholeheartedly. I wanted to live an ordinary life. I can accept my partner’s flaws as well as a peaceful and honest separation, but I cannot accept any form of

taken aback as he listened to

I was hoping to have a home and a family at that

argument, his heart inexplicably ached after hearing her

more or less informed of Natasha’s

to be as strong as she was even after she had experienced

a long while before uttering, “I wasn’t yearning for excitement and love. Never mind. I don’t know how I

rare for him to

felt they had spoken too much due to the atmosphere they were

to rest.” With that, she

time. In the end, he walked toward the couch that

Natasha on the bed, his lips quivered, but he failed to express his

bright moonlight filtered through the window into the room. Natasha lay

incident in the past resurfaced in her mind. A little boy had risked his

forgotten all about

got into her car after she exited

picked up her phone and texted Anthony on WhatsApp: Kenneth Hamilton is not someone who will

could not be by Natasha’s side, he asked Thalia to help guard his mother’s safety. He felt ill at ease and would open his eyes whenever he

after reading Thalia’s message. Then, he replied: No, he’s not. What’s

all right then. I

Anthony: What blunder?

She hesitated briefly before typing: I thought he was there

asked: Are

retorted: Shouldn’t you ask if he’s injured? His comment hurt her pride because she was someone

once: Is he injured

Thalia: Well, he’s not.

word. Still, he breathed