Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 612

Chapter 612

"Were you also the one behind Spencer's response to me yesterday?" Natasha asked.

"No." Kenneth shook his head. He stepped forward and reached for her hand. "Nat, I won't lie to you since I've decided to be candid with you. What happened yesterday was completely unexpected. Till now, I still regret not being able to be by your side."

Gazing into his dark eyes that were brimming with sincerity, she said, "But I'm glad."

"What are you glad about?"

"I'm glad that you weren't there to witness what happened," Natasha replied.

Kenneth stared back at her and squeezed her hand. At that moment, he did not know what to say in response.

After pondering for a moment, she continued, "Kenneth, if... something untoward happened to me, promise me that you'll take care of my grandpa."

That had him lifting his gaze to meet her resolute eyes. It felt as if he was stabbed in the heart with a dagger.

He shook his head and said, "No, I'll do no such thing!"

Natasha frowned at him.

"I can take care of him together with you, but if you want to leave the job to me alone, I won't do it," Kenneth insisted.

She still had her eyes on him. "Yes, you will."

"I will not!"

Natasha's gaze never left him, but she ceased arguing with him. It was because she knew that, despite his forceful denial, he would watch over her grandfather if anything untoward were to befall her.

Noticing her silence, Kenneth took a deep breath and looked at her intensely. "Nat, it's not over yet. I don't want you to give up so quickly."

"I'm not giving up," Natasha retorted firmly, staring back at him, her gaze equally intense. "In fact, I am determined to live because of you, the three little ones, and Grandpa."

"Then, don't make such morbid statements," he said softly.

"I don't want to say such things either, but I've always had such bad luck. So, I must say it, Kenneth! I know that you will take care of Grandpa even if I don't ask it of you, but my mind will only be at ease if I say it. This way, I know I'll have no regrets or unfinished business if something really were to happen to me," she replied, her voice heavy with emotion.

There was nothing that Kenneth could say. He pulled Natasha into his embrace and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

After a few minutes, he broke the silence by saying, "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I won't allow it."

"Mmh." Natasha nodded, rubbing her head against his chin.

As a matter of fact, she knew that her request was bound to break his heart, but she owed it to herself to ask it of him. Only then could she finally be at peace.

Nevertheless, she would only say those words once because she knew how much it hurt those who loved her.

Moments later, Kenneth released her from his embrace and gazed down at her, "Eat up. After this, I'll take you to Spencer."

Natasha nodded at his plan.

Under his watchful eye, she finished her food.

"Are you happy now?" Natasha looked up at him and asked that question in her usual playful tone as if their solemn conversation earlier had not happened.

"Yes!" Kenneth nodded with a satisfied smile.

"Let's go then," she urged.

With that, the two of them left the bedroom together.

Meanwhile, Spencer stood inside the laboratory and surveyed the interior. He felt at home, as though he had returned to his own laboratory.

The surroundings felt familiar to him.

Dave, who had been standing by the side, uttered, "Have a look around. Let me know if there's anything else you need."

Spencer walked around the perimeter and swept his gaze across the room. The laboratory was well-equipped, and he could not identify anything lacking.

"How did you manage to do this?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Dave asked.

"The time constraint," Spencer elaborated.

"If you have money, time is not a problem!" Dave answered with a small smile.

His remark had Spencer raising his eyebrows in amusement. "The way you talk like a rich and powerful man makes you seem like a friend of Kenneth."

Dave walked into the room and looked around before saying, "It's a matter of life and death. Time is of the essence."

Spencer cast him a deep look. Then, he nodded. "Mmh."

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

The two men turned at the sound. Kenneth and Natasha were standing in the doorway.

When Spencer caught sight of Natasha, his gaze changed. "Nat, you're awake?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yeah," she replied in a rather flat tone. A beat later, she walked into the laboratory and scanned the room with her eyes. "This place is very similar to your old laboratory."

"All these bottles and tubes are the same everywhere. They're nothing special,” he said.

Natasha nodded. "So, what do I need to do?"

Spencer glanced at her. "I need to perform a full body checkup on you and also take a blood sample."

"Blood sample? Why?"

"Well, of course, I need to study your blood..."

At that moment, Kenneth, who had been trailing behind, cleared his throat, calling attention to himself.

Spencer looked over his shoulder to replace Kenneth staring at him. Even though the latter did not act or say anything, he understood his intention with just that one look.

Turning back to Natasha, Spencer continued calmly, "I need to study your blood composition. You wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain. Just let me take your blood sample."

The long pause in his speech had not slipped Natasha's attention, but she let it go and played along. "Okay. When shall we start, then?"

"We can begin now," Spencer said.

"Where should I go?"

"Over there. Go and lay down," he ordered.

At the sight of the bed, Natasha walked over without a word.

Right then, Spencer turned to Dave and Kenneth. "Would the two of you please give us some space?"

Dave knew it was inappropriate for him to remain in the room, so he nodded and headed for the door.

Kenneth threw one last glance at Natasha before landing his gaze on Spencer. "I'll be right outside. Just holler if you need me," he said.

"Sure," the latter replied.

After the two men shut the door behind them, Spencer put on gloves and approached Natasha.

Natasha was lying on the bed. Her delicate features were carefully neutral, devoid of any emotion.

Just as his hands touched her skin, she suddenly called out, "Spencer."

"Yes?"

"How long have we known each other?" she asked unexpectedly.

"Seven years?" Spencer guessed as he performed the physical examination on her. "I can't quite remember. It's been a long time." His tone sounded casual.

Natasha pressed her lips together. "Do you intend to hide the truth from me?"

Stunned, he even stopped moving his hands. "What did you say?"

Boring her eyes into his, she enunciated, "Kenneth's very obvious hint to you. Did you think I would miss that?"

Spencer's expression remained unchanged. "Since you noticed it, why didn't you ask him directly instead of putting me in this difficult position?"

"I didn't want him to worry," Natasha said.

"So, you'd rather ask me this impossible question?" he countered.

Impatience flashed across her face. "Will you tell me or not?"

Spencer frowned. After a moment of hesitation, he sighed and said in resignation, "You're poisoned. I don't know what kind of poison it is. So, I need to take your blood sample to analyze it."

Poisoned...

Natasha's brows knitted together when she heard that word.

So, my headaches aren't because I have an illness but because I'm poisoned?