You're Out Daddy

Chapter 314

After leaving the restaurant, the two entered the car together.

Looking at Natasha, Kenneth said, “Shall we head back to the Hamilton residence tonight? I might need you if we're going to convince Old Mr. Watson to move.”

Hearing that, Natasha said, “To be honest, this matter is simple.”

“What do you mean?”

“As long as you're not staying there, I doubt Grandpa has anything against moving,” Natasha said as she looked at him.

Kenneth raised a brow in response before bobbing his head. “That sounds true.”

Then, he started the engine. “Say, when will Old Mr. Watson stop looking at me with prejudice?”

“Perhaps he'll never stop.”

“So you mean to tell me that, no matter how hard I try, my efforts will be for naught?” Kenneth asked.

“Having prejudice against you and your efforts being for naught should be two separate matters,” Natasha told him.

Kenneth's eyes flicked toward her. “So that means that, even if Old Mr. Watson isn't too satisfied with me, it doesn't mean that I won't get good results?”

Natasha froze when she caught sight of Kenneth's inquisitive gaze. “That's what I mean.”

A doting smile broke out on Kenneth's face. “I got it, Nat.”

“What did you get?” Natasha queried.

Kenneth continued to smile gently at her. “What you meant, of course.”

Natasha fell silent.

After seeing the smile on his face, she only froze for a second but did not explain further about it.

It'll be good if he really understands what I mean, but it doesn't matter if he misunderstands me. There are some things I simply don't want to explain anymore.

Right then, Kenneth's phone rang.

When Natasha realized it was his work phone that was ringing, she lowered her eyes and took out her own phone.

At that moment, the memory of how that person made her drop her phone in the restaurant and the way he spoke to her in an Ustranian accent resurfaced in her mind.

All of a sudden, Natasha recalled something.

She had received a mysterious phone call when she was back in the hospital, and the person on the other end of the line had the same accent. Though she dared not assume that the voice was the same, the way they talked and the accent they had were identical.

It's him! That's him! But if he has my number, why did he have to bump into me today?

Right as Natasha was wondering about that, Kenneth uttered, “Nat?”

She regained her senses when she heard his voice. “Yeah?”

“What's the matter?” he asked.

“It's nothing. I was just thinking about work.”

Nevertheless, Kenneth looked at the phone in her hand and warily asked, “Did that person send you a message?”

Natasha's eyes flitted toward the phone before she shook her head. “No.”

When she saw his look of disbelief, she chuckled. “Why, do you want to check it?”

Upon seeing that Natasha was serious, he said, “There's no need for that. I trust you.”

Thus, Natasha kept her phone away before asking, “Why did you call my name?”

“I have to go to the company to deal with some things, and it'll take about an hour. Can we go back to the Hamilton residence together after I'm done?” he asked.

Natasha nodded. “Sure!”

Once Kenneth received Natasha's agreement, he drove straight to the company.

Ever since the Hamilton Corporation had its anniversary banquet, the employees of Hamilton Corporation learned more about Natasha. Even though news of their marriage had yet to go public, Kenneth was already so protective of Natasha, and they already had children. Was there truly a need to clarify who she was?

Therefore, many people greeted both Kenneth and Natasha when they saw them.

“Greetings, Mr. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton!”

At that form of address, Natasha looked upward at Kenneth. “Mrs. Hamilton? When did I become Mrs. Hamilton?”

Kenneth arched a brow and explained, “I think they've been thinking that you're Mrs. Hamilton since the last anniversary banquet.”

Natasha hummed in understanding.

“Did you not clarify things with them?”

“How am I supposed to do that? Should I hold a meeting to clarify this, or should I tell everyone I come across that you're not Mrs. Hamilton?” Kenneth returned the question.

Huh, both don't sound like a good plan.

Right then, Kenneth leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Although you're not Mrs. Hamilton right now, you used to be. Also, you can be one anytime you want. I've been waiting for you to give the okay sign.”

There was something charming about his elegant features. Natasha stared at him and was about to say something to him when Fabian rushed over. “Mr. Hamilton, you're here! They have all arrived, and they're currently in the conference room.”

Kenneth instantly put on a serious expression and inclined his head at Fabian. “Okay.”

Then, he turned to Natasha and said, “Wait for me in the office. I'll be back soon. If you need anything, make an internal call and get them to assist you.”

Natasha nodded.

“Wait for me, all right?” After one last longing look at her, Kenneth stood up and went to the conference room.

Natasha watched his retreating figure for a while before turning to head toward his office.

She did not ask for anything to drink, but a secretary soon came with a cup of coffee. “Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton has asked me to send you coffee.”