You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Night had already fallen when Kenneth drove Natasha and Denise home after dinner.

Upon arriving downstairs, Denise invited with anticipation, "Mr. Handsome, aren't you coming up for a while before you go?"

Kenneth threw Natasha a glance before replying in a pitiful tone. "That's what I desire, but I'm worried someone doesn't approve."

The reference he was making was just too obvious.

Turning around to look at Natasha, Denise purred, "Nat..."

It had never failed to cause Natasha to waver.

She rolled her eyes at him. "You're talking as if you would actually comply if I refused."

She had barely finished when she opened the door and alighted.

Smiling to himself, Kenneth then cocked a triumphant brow at Denise before both of them got out together.

However, before they could even get far, Kenneth's phone suddenly rang.

He answered at once when he saw that it was Liam on the line.

"Hello, Grandpa."

After hearing what Liam had to say, Kenneth furrowed his brows. "All right. I understand. I'll head back right away."

Denise turned around to look at him. "Mr. Handsome, are you not coming up anymore?"

Looking at Denise, Kenneth gave her hair a tousle. "Mmm-hmm, I won't be joining you today. However, don't forget to invite me up the next time. Otherwise, I'm afraid someone might not be as welcoming." "Fine." In spite of her reluctant pout, she understood that Kenneth must have something more important to attend to.

At that moment, Natasha, too, turn her attention to him. "What happened to Old Mr. Hamilton?"

Kenneth shifted his attention from Denise to her. "It's no big deal. Just a minor hiccup."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Natasha checked with him.

After considering her question, he raised his brow in surprise. "You're asking to go home with me?" Natasha was dumbfounded.

Despite the fact that she was serious, he reciprocated with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Forget it. Just pretend I never said anything," Natasha replied in annoyance.

With his lips broadening into a smile, Kenneth gazed affectionately into her eyes. He suggested earnestly, "If you intend to come home with me, I'll have to get Grandpa to make preparations ahead of time." Despite his attempts at being cheeky about the situation, Natasha was cognizant that he was doing it on purpose.

After rolling her eyes at him, she turned around. "Denise, let's go home now."

"Okay," she grunted before throwing Kenneth a glance. "Bye, Mr. Handsome." "Buh-bye."

With that, she was led upstairs by Natasha.

As he watched their leaving silhouette, the smile on his face gradually deepened.

It wasn't until they entered the elevator that Kenneth stopped smiling and left in his car.

Inside the elevator, Denise asked Natasha, "Nat, do you think Mr. Handsome went home because of something important?"

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I suppose so.

Denise's brows knitted together.

Sensing Denise's concern, Natasha reassured her, "However, he will resolve whatever it is, so there's no need to worry." Denise nodded her head grimly.

Watching her, Natasha grew curious. "Despite knowing that he's your Daddy, why haven't you altered the way you address him?"

"Erm... Tony says that we should change only when we see Daddy demonstrate his sincerity to you, as we're worried about upsetting you if we do it too early," Denise explained candidly.

Natasha beamed to herself, for she was certain that it was Anthony's plan.

Or else, Denise would have changed it a long time ago based on her character.

"I'm not bothered by it," Natasha replied. "You can address him however you want."

Pouting her lips, Denise put on an adorable look. "Even though it feels warm and fuzzy to call him Daddy, I happen to realize that no matter how I address him, he is especially good to me. Therefore, it doesn't make a difference whether I change it or not," Denise remarked.

Natasha, staring at her daughter, simply responded with a smile, for she couldn't deny that Kenneth was outstanding as a father.

"Nat, Daddy seems to be very devoted to you recently. Aren't you even the least bit moved?" Denise, tilting her head, popped the question all of a sudden.

Natasha simply responded with an emotionless gaze.

"Not even a little?" Denise added, desperate for the tiniest glimmer of hope.

"Do you really want to know?" Natasha raised her brows.

Denise nodded with conviction.

"I won't tell you then," Natasha quipped.

As the elevator doors coincidentally opened, she was the first one out.

After being taken for a ride, Denise stomped her feet. "Nat!"

When Kenneth reached home, he was greeted by the sight of Desmond arguing with Dan.

"Mr. Lynch, please go home. Old Mr. Hamilton is not feeling well and needs to rest," Dan insisted.

"Old Mr. Hamilton, I beg of you, please give the Lynch Corporation another chance...." Desmond yelled in the garden.

"Mr. Lynch, please mind yourself!" Dan warned.

"I'm aware that we are the ones at fault. All I'm asking is for the Hamilton family to give us a chance." Desmond, disregarding Dan's instructions, continued to shout at the top of his voice.

Just when Dan was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of Kenneth approaching from behind. He naturally greeted, "Mr. Kenneth."

Desmond was frozen stiff momentarily before turning around. At the sight of Kenneth, he hurried forward and dropped to his knees with a thud. "Mr. Hamilton, I'm so sorry for everything we have done. Please forgive us, all right?"

Kenneth scrutinized him with an expressionless gaze.

"In order to pacify you, I have ordered Erin to be sent away. However, she met an accident along the journey and is now nothing but a vegetable. Mr. Hamilton, I'm sure that's enough for you, isn't it? So please, all I'm asking for is one chance," Desmond pleaded.

Kenneth narrowed his eyes. "From the way you put it, are you blaming me for the accident?"

"No, no, no, that's not my intention at all, Mr. Hamilton," Desmond hurriedly corrected himself.

"In that case, what do you really mean? Aren't you trying to use this matter to blackmail me emotionally? What has the accident got anything to do with me?" Kenneth demanded.

Looking up at Kenneth, Desmond continued in a fearful tone, "Mr. Hamilton, I'm not trying to insinuate anything at all. All I'm asking is for you to show Lynch Corporation some mercy. All you need to do is say the word "

A smirk descended on Kenneth's face. "Mr. Lynch, you're accusing me of something that I didn't do. Since when have I given Lynch Corporation any grief?" "Now that the entire business world is aware that I've offended you, no one will work with Lynch Corporation unless you say the word. If this continues, Lynch Corporation will be finished!" Desmond explained in helpless resignation.

"Are you asking me to go around explaining to everyone on your behalf?" Kenneth threw the question back at him.

"Mr. Hamilton, you can do it with just a snap of your fingers."

Kenneth sneered, "Why should I stand up for you when it's you who have gotten on my nerves? Where's the logic in that?"

"Does this mean that you're not going to let Lynch Corporation go?"

"Mr. Lynch, instead of wasting time groveling here, why don't you go back and figure out how to dig yourself out of this hole? As for me, there's nothing else I can do." With that, Kenneth headed into the house. At that moment, Desmond's expression drastically changed as he watched Kenneth's leaving silhouette. "Kenneth, since you're not going to let Lynch Corporation go, don't blame me for what I'm going to do, for you have brought this upon yourself!" No sooner had Desmond finished than he charged in Kenneth's direction.

When he saw the sudden turn of events, Dan the threw himself in front of Kenneth by reflex. "Mr. Kenneth, watch out!"

Despite Dan being prepared for the attack, Desmond, unexpectedly, charged head-on at the main door.

Upon impact, blood began to spill all over.

What took everyone by surprise was the sudden appearance of a swarm of reporters who were frantically taking photographs of the scene.