Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 649

Chapter 649

At that sight, Kenneth quickly followed behind Spencer.

Since it happened too suddenly, he figured he could help out if necessary.

However, when Spencer rushed into the room first, the view before his eyes was not what he had expected to see. Thalia's feet were on the floor, while everywhere else was a complete mess.

The concerned look in his eyes gradually became complicated as he stared at her.

Kenneth, who entered the room after him, heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing that scene.

He was glad to know that she was okay.

Thalia's attention had been drawn to the two men as soon as they rushed in because of the commotion they made. Witnessing the change of their worried expression into something indescribable, she innocently furrowed her brows and asked, "W-What's going on? Did you guys come for something?"

Spencer let out a heavy sigh of relief when he realized she was safe and sound.

As for Kenneth, he turned around and walked away without a word after confirming she was not injured.

Thalia watched him leave before landing her gaze on Spencer again. "What exactly is going on?"

However, the latter remained silent and walked over to her, picking her up in his arms.

Thalia wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled at him. "Did you think I was in trouble?"

Still, Spencer pursed his lips and remained silent as he headed to the bed to place her down. Even so, she refused to let him go.

"I need to clean up the mess on the floor," he explained, looking at her.

"You haven't answered my question." Thalia looked at him stubbornly.

"What question?"

"Were you worried about me?" she asked. Her eyes shone with anticipation.

"I was." He was candid with her.

Thalia beamed. Her beautiful facial features looked even more endearing when she smiled.

"Can you let go of me now?" Spencer asked.

She shook her head. "No."

Frowning, he tugged at her arms to force her to let him go. Yet, Thalia kept a tight grip on him, refusing to separate from him no matter what.

Spencer sounded helpless as he called out her name. "Thalia."

"I'll let you go if you tell me you like me!" she demanded while staring at him.

He met her gaze in silence.

It was impossible for him to say something like that at regular times, let alone in that situation.

"Are you refusing to tell me that?" When Spencer still did not say a word, Thalia stated, "I'll keep hugging you, then!" With that, she leaned on his shoulder like a kid throwing a tantrum.

He could usually banter with anyone, but he simply could not do the same to her.

"Thalia." Once again, he reached out to pull her arms away.

Just like before, she refused to let him go.

With a frown between his brows, he exerted more strength.

Right then, Thalia suddenly winced in pain.

Startled, Spencer subconsciously looked at her. "What's wrong?"

Thalia covered her wound and said, "It hurts..."

Taking in her pained expression, Spencer was then reminded that she had yet to recover from her injuries. In an instant, he leaned over and asked, "Did I touch your wound?"

"You did. It hurts a lot. I think it's about to split open..." The woman looked like she was in tremendous pain.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." His voice was laced with anxiety. "Why don't you lie down? I'll take a look at your wound."

That startled Thalia a little. After all, she was only acting like she was in pain. The second she realized Spencer was genuinely concerned about her, she said, "You don't have to do that..."

Alas, he did not bother listening to her, making her lie down at once. While she had yet to grasp the situation, he had proceeded to undo her outerwear.

In the next second, the duo fell silent.

Thalia only wore a white camisole on the inside, which made her curvaceous figure look incredibly sexy.

As a matter of fact, the situation was nothing erotic. It was just that she had too great of a figure. With her posture and her chest heaving from her breathing, she seemed much more alluring than usual.

Upon seeing that, Spencer subconsciously shifted his gaze away and looked at her wound instead.

Thalia was slightly embarrassed at first, but when she glimpsed his expression, she suddenly smirked and shot him a teasing look. “Are you blushing, Spencer?"

Spencer was trying his best to restrain himself by focusing on her wound. His slightly cold fingertips lightly grazed her hot skin. Inwardly, he kept warning himself to control himself better, but outwardly, he said, "I am a doctor. This is a common scenario that I will encounter at any time. It's a little over the line to say I'm blushing-"

Annoyed by his excuse, Thalia grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest.

Time seemed to have stood still at that moment.

The softness under his palm made Spencer freeze for a moment. Once he snapped back to his senses, he immediately retracted his palm and looked at her with a hint of anger in his eyes. "What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?"

Thalia sat up in bed. With a roguish smile, she teased, "Didn't you say you can remain professional under any circumstances? Then why are you blushing? Don't tell me it's because you had too many drinks before this."

Spencer was rendered speechless.

Her straightforwardness would fluster him sometimes.

"I did not drink, and I am not blushing. It's just a little hot in here. Lie down. I have to check your wound," said Spencer stubbornly, but he still refused to look at her.

"I'll kiss you if you lean any closer," Thalia said as she stared at him.

He did not know what to say.

Helplessness washed over him.

Still, Spencer knew he had to lean closer to check her wound.

Without saying anything, he walked over to her and leaned closer. Seeing that, Thalia also inched closer. "Is it safe to assume you want to kiss me since you leaned closer to me even after I said that?"

The man remained silent. Just then, she leaned over to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his hand.

Frowning, she pushed his hand away and leaned closer again. Spencer was afraid of accidentally touching her wound again, but he had to block her kiss, so he pressed his hand against her forehead. “Thalia, stop this."

"I'll stop once you kiss me."

"You know I won't do that."

"Why?" Thalia looked at him.

"You're a great lady, but I..." Spencer pursed his lips. "Anyway, you shouldn't waste your time on me."

"I should be the one making that judgment, not you."

"Thalia, it's impossible between us. You don't have to do this."

That seemed to anger her a little. She struggled to sit up in bed and looked at him. "You keep telling me it's impossible, but why is it impossible? You like me, and I like you too. Isn't this the best-case scenario? What is holding you back?"

Noticing her rage, Spencer said, "Forget it. It's not important. Let me check your wound first."

Thalia stared at him with her beautiful eyes that were filled with fury. "If it's impossible between us, you shouldn't have told me you like me! You should stop acting as if you care about me!"

Her furious demeanor caused him to freeze for a moment. Then, he said, "All right. I'll inform the doctor to attend to your wound then." With that, he turned around and walked away.

Watching him leave, she fumed with anger.

Right then, a sudden pang of pain surged toward her head.