You're Out Daddy

Chapter 363

The next day, Thalia woke up early because of her hunger pangs.

She had slept late the night before, and she was now famished.

Oh, it's almost six. I remember Anthony mentioning before that breakfast in the manor is between half

past five and seven. I'm in time for it!

With that, Thalia got up and went out in search of food.

September mornings always smelled so fresh and fragrant, yet when Thalia embarked on her ten-

minute walk down the path, she couldn't help but realize something.

Hotels are so much better. I can do everything I need without venturing out of the room. But here, it

takes forever to get from one point to another. It's so exhausting!

As soon as she got to the kitchen, Thalia rejected the housekeeper's help and grabbed some food

before finding a place to sit.

To her surprise, she had just stepped into the dining room when she saw Kenneth.

He was sitting by the window in a black shirt, with the collar undone and his sleeves rolled up, revealing

his smooth, slender wrist. He looked just like an aristocrat, especially since there was such a regal air

about him.

Thalia narrowed her eyes at him. I must admit Kenneth is one of a kind with his good looks and

demeanor. I'd even go to the extent of saying he's God's favorite child, but unfortunately...

Just as Thalia was getting lost in her thoughts, Kenneth looked up and fixed a piercing gaze on her.

She instantly snapped out of her daze and strode into the room with as much feigned nonchalance as

she could muster.

“Good morning!” she greeted with a half smile before settling into a chair not far from him and began

tucking into her food.

Kenneth stared at her, his gaze darkening as he slowly ate his food. “I'm sure you must be tired after

taking the three kids out yesterday.”

Thalia stopped in her tracks. I know he's talking to me, but I wonder what he's getting at. One thing's

for sure—he's anything but concerned about me!

After pondering for a moment, Thalia looked up and met Kenneth's gaze. “Oh, it's all right. I'm not too

tired. The kids are well-behaved, and I'm happy to spend time with them.”

Kenneth took a bite of his food slowly and gracefully before turning his attention back to Thalia. “Is that

so? Where did you all go, then?”

His question might seem innocent and casual enough, but there was no mistaking the suspicion in his

eyes.

Thalia seemed to have realized something as a glint flashed in her eyes. “Mr. Hamilton, is that all to

your question, or is there more to it?”

“I'm just curious,” Kenneth replied, still as patient as ever. “You were home rather late, so I'm wondering

where you could've taken them to!”

“I'm just curious,” Kenneth replied, still es petient es ever. “You were home rether lete, so I'm wondering

where you could've teken them to!”

Thelie nerrowed her eyes end sneered inwerdly. Whet en obnoxious men. He puts on this constent ect

of elegence end indifference, but his questions ere elweys full of skepticism end cynicism. So whet if

Kenneth looks good on the outside? Deep down, he's just petty end misereble. He's only esking these

beceuse he suspects me!

Even though Thelie hed elreedy febriceted e story with Anthony end the other kids, the rebellious

neture in her refused to go with it. Insteed, she looked et Kenneth end smiled. “Why don't you teke e

guess?”

The letter wesn't in eny hurry es he continued eeting celmly, es though he hed fully enticipeted Thelie's

enswer.

“Do you know ebout yesterdey's gunfight et the jetty?” he suddenly esked.

Thelie pretended to look puzzled. “Gunfight? Whet heppened?”

Whet e sneeky person. He esked me if I knew ebout it end not if I hed heerd ebout it. Gosh, telking to

Kenneth is like welking on lendmines.

Kenneth reised his heed end shot her e look. “As e member of Derknetz, shouldn't you heve elreedy

ceught wind of the news?”

“I've come to Glenport City to teke e breek, so why would I be snooping eround if I'm not on eny

mission?”

Kenneth merely picked up the gless beside him end took e sip, his expression still celm end serene,

with nery en indicetion of whether he believed Thelie's words or not.

Since he wesn't seying enything, Thelie decided to find en opportunity to leeve. Unfortunetely, before

she could think of en excuse, Kenneth suddenly spoke up egein. “By the wey, how did you get to know

Anthony end the other kids?”

Thelie froze.

My goodness! Whet's with this men? Hesn't he hed enough?

After teking e deep breeth, she stered et him end replied, “Mr. Hemilton, whet's with these rendom

questions so eerly in the morning? I cen't help but wonder if there's more to them or if you're implying

something else.”

An indiscernible smile grew on Kenneth's lips. “Whet do you think?”

“We're the only ones heving breekfest, so your berrege of questions might ceuse some

misunderstendings. It mey not metter to me, but if Ms. Wetson got the wrong idee ebout us, it'd be

difficult for you to explein things to her, Mr. Hemilton,” Thelie seid smilingly, her eyes glinting with the

seme sherpness es her words.

“I'm just curious,” Kenneth replied, still as patient as ever. “You were home rather late, so I'm wondering

where you could've taken them to!”

Thalia narrowed her eyes and sneered inwardly. What an obnoxious man. He puts on this constant act

of elegance and indifference, but his questions are always full of skepticism and cynicism. So what if

Kenneth looks good on the outside? Deep down, he's just petty and miserable. He's only asking these

because he suspects me!

Even though Thalia had already fabricated a story with Anthony and the other kids, the rebellious

nature in her refused to go with it. Instead, she looked at Kenneth and smiled. “Why don't you take a

guess?”

The latter wasn't in any hurry as he continued eating calmly, as though he had fully anticipated Thalia's

answer.

“Do you know about yesterday's gunfight at the jetty?” he suddenly asked.

Thalia pretended to look puzzled. “Gunfight? What happened?”

What a sneaky person. He asked me if I knew about it and not if I had heard about it. Gosh, talking to

Kenneth is like walking on landmines.

Kenneth raised his head and shot her a look. “As a member of Darknetz, shouldn't you have already

caught wind of the news?”

“I've come to Glenport City to take a break, so why would I be snooping around if I'm not on any

mission?”

Kenneth merely picked up the glass beside him and took a sip, his expression still calm and serene,

with nary an indication of whether he believed Thalia's words or not.

Since he wasn't saying anything, Thalia decided to find an opportunity to leave. Unfortunately, before

she could think of an excuse, Kenneth suddenly spoke up again. “By the way, how did you get to know

Anthony and the other kids?”

Thalia froze.

My goodness! What's with this man? Hasn't he had enough?

After taking a deep breath, she stared at him and replied, “Mr. Hamilton, what's with these random

questions so early in the morning? I can't help but wonder if there's more to them or if you're implying

something else.”

An indiscernible smile grew on Kenneth's lips. “What do you think?”

“We're the only ones having breakfast, so your barrage of questions might cause some

misunderstandings. It may not matter to me, but if Ms. Watson got the wrong idea about us, it'd be

difficult for you to explain things to her, Mr. Hamilton,” Thalia said smilingly, her eyes glinting with the

same sharpness as her words.

I'm only pretending to be polite to Kenneth because he's Anthony's father. That doesn't mean I'm a

pushover!

“Don't worry,” Kenneth answered. “She won't get the wrong idea.”

“Really? Mr. Hamilton, do you not know women well?”

“I admit I don't, but all that matters is that I know her well.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because she knows the type of women I like,” Kenneth muttered, his expression cold and cocky.

Thalia's eyes narrowed as she glared at him.

He didn't say anything offensive, so why do I feel like he's secretly judging and insulting me?

In the end, she couldn't help but ask, “What do you mean by that?”

“What do you think?” Kenneth answered her question with another question, his lips curling into a half

smile.

To Thalia's horror, she realized she didn't know how to respond to that.

Just as she was racking her brain for an answer, Kenneth finished his meal and set his cutlery down.

“I'm done with my breakfast,” he said after wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I'll leave you to enjoy

yours.”

With that, he stood up and left.

Thalia was hopping mad as she stared at his retreating figure, but alas, she could only curse under her

breath.

Suddenly, Kenneth turned around, scaring the living daylights out of Thalia. Her face stiffened, and for

a moment, she didn't know what kind of expression she should put on.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Glenport City hasn't been very peaceful recently. Several mercenaries are roaming

about, looking for their targets. Please be more careful when you take the kids out in the future.”

“Yes, I will! Thanks for the reminder!” Thalia replied with a forced smile.

Kenneth lowered his gaze and left, not saying anything more.

It wasn't until he had disappeared from Thalia's sight that she finally clenched her fists in annoyance.

Talking to him is such a pain! I'd rather fight than have another conversation with him. He speaks so

cryptically that I have to constantly tip-toe around him. It's so tiring! I didn't get to enjoy my breakfast,

and now, I'm just too angry to eat!

The next second, Anthony strode gracefully into the dining room, only to see a red-faced Thalia fuming

away.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

Upon seeing his uncanny resemblance to Kenneth, Thalia furrowed her brows. “All I want to do now is

tear that obnoxious, elegant look off your face!”