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

Chapter 753 Let Us Have A Drink

Thalia sat on the bed, propping her chin with both hands. She stared at the drug on the bedside table, her eyes filled with struggle and hesitation.

Should I take it or not? Should I use it or not?

She reached out to grab the drug but quickly retracted her hand and smacked herself.

What the hell are you thinking, Thalia? Have you gone crazy thinking about a man?

Although there was a voice in her head warning her that it was a bad idea, there was also a little voice shouting, “Since you like him and he likes you, why not? He won't take the first step, so you have to take the initiative. Maybe if you take this step, he won't be so shy anymore!”

Obviously, she was more convinced by the latter argument.

A smile appeared on her face.

Just as she was about to grab the drug on the table, the door suddenly opened.

Thalia quickly hid the drug behind her back.

Spencer walked in and looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows. “What's wrong?”

The woman immediately shook her head. “Nothing.”

His frigid eyes skimmed over her, and he didn't give it any thought. He instead approached her and handed her a bowl. “Eat this.”

What Thalia was eating, in her opinion, was not something that could replenish her blood but Spencer's care.

Just as she was about to reach out and take it, she suddenly remembered something and looked at him. “My hand hurts...”

“Your hand hurts? Why?” Spencer asked. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I accidentally injured it today,” she replied.

His dark eyes scanned her as he reached out for her hand. “Let me see.”

After a moment of hesitation, Thalia extended her hand.

“Where's the injury?”

“Here.” The woman casually pointed at a spot.

Once Spencer rubbed the spot where she pointed, Thalia immediately frowned in pain and complained, “It hurts.”

The man looked at her with a gloomy expression.

“Can you feed me?” Thalia asked.

Seemingly knowing her intentions, Spencer did not expose her. Instead, he gestured for her to sit.

Thalia obediently sat on the bed and looked at the man with hopeful eyes.

Spencer walked over and sat opposite her, feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

Even as she ate like an obedient child, she never took her eyes off him.

He didn't lift his gaze for fear of seeing her overly eager glance. In truth, he was fully aware that he couldn't please her and felt guilty for failing to reciprocate her deep affection.

Suddenly, Thalia broke the silence. “Spencer.”

“Yeah?”

“When we were young, you used to feed me like this. Do you remember?” Thalia's sudden questioning caught Spencer off guard, and his hand paused mid-air.

Just as he was thinking about how to get out of the sticky situation, the woman spoke again. “You were the first person to treat me so well. No one has ever been as gentle and caring as you are when feeding me.”

The man's desire to flee gave way to curiosity. With an astonished expression on his face, he stared at her and asked, “How is that possible? What about your... parents?”

Thalia smiled bitterly. “My mother died early, and when she was alive, she wasn't able to take care of me. As for my father”—she closed her eyes— “I'm grateful if he was just able to give me food.”

Spencer frowned and looked at her in disbelief.

Even though they had known each other for so long, Spencer had never asked about her parents due to guilt. Thalia had also never brought the matter up. This was the first time she had offered to speak about her parents.

After a moment of hesitation, the man said, “Were they—”

“Forget it. It's all in the past. I don't want to talk about it anymore!”

To her, those memories were a dreadful experience, not something pleasant to reminisce about.

It was the kind of thing she would never be able to forget in her lifetime.

Spencer looked at her with a complicated expression. But after a while, he restrained himself.

What am I hoping for? Even if they did not treat Thalia as well as her current parents, having enough to eat was considered good in that chaotic era. Is it really possible for someone not to hate the person who killed their father?

“Spencer, you really are the best person I've ever met. I will never forget how you shone like a beam of light into my life.” Thalia suddenly spoke up when she saw that the man was lost in thought.

Her voice pulled Spencer back to reality.

When he looked at her, he could see her eyes were full of genuine affection.

The man restrained his emotions and placed the bowl aside. “I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. You can eat by yourself and rest early after you finish.”

As he got up to leave, Thalia suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

When Spencer turned around, the woman frowned and said dissatisfiedly, “Spencer, I have said so much. Don't you think it's a little inappropriate for you to leave now?”

“I still have something to attend to in the lab,” the man replied.

“You're just trying to avoid me. What's with the excuse?” Thalia grabbed his wrist. “I'm just telling you how I feel. I'm not forcing you to respond. Why do you have to avoid me?”

“I really have to head to the lab,” Spencer insisted.

“What is it? Is the result coming out?” she asked. “If not, then stay with me. If it is, I'll go with you to see the results.”

The man hesitated, but it did not seem like he was left with any choice.

Thalia looked him in the eye and said resolutely, “I stayed because you promised to treat me well, Spencer. If you fail to keep your word, I can leave at any time. I swear we will have nothing to do with each other from then on!”

Her threat worked as the man finally decided to soften his heart.

He sat back down, looking at her without saying a word.

It was already a huge concession for Spencer. Hence, Thalia knew better than to push his limits. She immediately smiled and said cheerily, “I knew you wouldn't bear to leave me...”

The man sat beside her in silence.

“Can you tell me where you've been all these years?” Thalia asked.

Spencer looked at her and nodded. He then briefly recounted his experiences over the years. She sat on the bed and listened carefully to every word he said. It was as though she was accompanying him through his life journey.

And so, the two of them spent two hours together.

The sky grew darker, and soon it was nighttime.

Thalia looked out and suggested, “Let's have a drink, Spencer.”

“What do you want to drink?”

With a mysterious smile, Thalia jumped down and walked barefoot to the cabinet. While looking for wine, she muttered, “I have to say, there are a lot of good wines here. There are all kinds of wines you may or may not have seen before. Each room has them too.” She turned around with a slight smile. “If I ever have a home, I'll design it like this too.”

Thalia then approached him, holding two glasses and half a bottle of wine.