The Unbreakable Bond By Cornelia Darwin

Chapter 260 Stop Pushing Me Away

It was another night of terror for Natasha. Scenes of her parents' horrible death and her entrapment in

the fire haunted her through the night.

In her dream, the tattoo on her father's body blossomed like a flower, and it shone in blue light as its

image became more vivid.

Just then, Natasha suddenly opened her eyes, seeing the ceiling right above her.

In a daze, she stared at it for a long time until she heard muffled voices of people talking coming from

the outside. Looking at the time, she decided to get up.

Opening the door, she went out to the dining area where Terence and Kenneth were talking over

breakfast. The two stopped conversing the moment they saw her.

“Why are you up early today?” Terence asked. “Did we wake you up?”

“No,” Natasha replied faintly.

“You don't look good. Are you all right?” Kenneth asked, observing her with a frown.

“I'm good. I just didn't sleep that well,” the woman responded. “Where are the kids?”

“Denise went filming early in the morning. Anthony and Benjamin went upstairs. I figured the woman

staying there would feel lonely, so I asked them to send her some food,” Terence explained.

That reminded Natasha of what happened between Thalia and Spencer, and she wordlessly nodded.

As for Kenneth, he had been watching Natasha closely. He knew she would not have a good night's

sleep, and he was afraid she might do something rash, so he came over early in the morning.

“Do you want to have something?” he asked, opening the breakfast he brought before putting it in front

of her. “You can go back to sleep after this if you're tired.”

The woman nodded and started eating, still looking as though she had a lot on her mind.

Terence felt more delighted looking at her as he recalled Anthony and Benjamin's words.

Just then, he announced, “I'm done. You guys continue eating. I'll go do some exercise.” He took a look

at Kenneth and walked away.

Naturally, Kenneth knew what the elder man was thinking. After all, the latter had disapproved of them

in the beginning, but now he started giving the two of them alone time.

When Terence was finally gone, Kenneth retracted his gaze and looked at Natasha. “You know he

worries a lot about you, right?”

Natasha glanced up at him before looking over at the door. Closing her eyes, she asked, “Did he ask

you about it?”

“Yeah. Why else would I be here eating breakfast?” Kenneth asked in return.

“I see you have self-awareness.” Natasha smirked.

Kenneth stared harder at her. “Other people might not realize a thing, but nothing about you goes

unnoticed by Old Mr. Watson.”

Natasha did not say otherwise, for she knew that Terence would still be able to see through her

pretenses no matter how hard she tried to put up a front.

“So, did you tell him anything?” Natasha queried.

“I didn't. He's old, and you're the one he cares the most about, so telling him the truth will only keep him

up all night. I think it's better to keep it from him.”

Hearing that, Natasha gazed at him gratefully.

“Thanks,” she uttered.

“As I said yesterday, you don't have to thank me for anything.”

Natasha looked at him quietly, for there was nothing else she could think of to say to him.

Since he already said there was no need for it, Natasha did not see why she should behave so formally

around him, so she just continued eating.

Kenneth could tell her mind was somewhere else, but she still refused to say anything about it.

“Does this have anything to do with... your parents' death?” he asked suddenly after careful

consideration.

Natasha froze and looked up at him in surprise.

“I guess it's a 'yes,' then,” Kenneth remarked, seeing her reaction.

“How did you know? I mean, did you recall something?”

Kenneth stared at her intently. So, she knows I lost my memory, but she didn't tell me a word about this

issue.

“I heard a thing or two about what happened during your childhood from Old Mr. Watson, so I guess it

must be related to your parents,” Kenneth finally replied.

“I see.” Natasha nodded, her eyes darkening.

“Can you tell me why you think they are related to your parents' death, Nat?”

Natasha pursed her lips at his question, hesitating whether she should tell him or not.

After all, it was her personal issue, so it was not necessary that she involved Kenneth.

Moreover, it was no ordinary people she was dealing with.

If they were indeed the culprits, it meant that Natasha's road of revenge was one riddled with danger

and risk.

“Is it because of the tattoo?” Kenneth asked again when she kept mum.

Natasha stared at him, her eyes dark.

“I went back to the hotel to look at the surveillance cameras' footage after I sent you home yesterday,”

Kenneth admitted, dispelling the doubt in Natasha's eyes.

I see... I didn't expect him to do that.

“Kenneth,” she stressed after some thinking, “I know you have the best intention of helping me, but this

is something personal I have to deal with.”

“What do you mean?” Kenneth questioned instantly, narrowing his eyes.

“What I mean is, our relationship has long ended, so this has nothing to do with you. You don't have to

do anything for me.”

Her words angered the man. “Are you pushing me away?”

“I'm just telling you the truth.”

“What's the truth here, Nat? You know how I feel about you. You know I won't just sit and watch without

doing anything. With what you just now, you're clearly pushing me away!”

Words eluded Natasha, and she pursed her lips.

“If somehow, we have to be related for you to receive my help, then I will just remarry you!” Kenneth

snapped.

His outburst elicited a frown on Natasha's brows as she stared at him.

“Where is your household registry?” he asked.

“Kenneth...”

“Is it in your room?” He quirked a brow as he got to his feet and walked toward her room.

Seeing that, Natasha quickly chased after him. “Kenneth! Calm down!”

Entering the room, Kenneth was about to open her drawer when the woman held him. “Kenneth, could

you just calm down?”

The next moment, Kenneth whipped his head back, pinned her against the wall between his arms, and

stared at her coldly. “Calm down? Well, I wish I could do that, Nat! But if I do that, what else must I do

to stop you from pushing me away and treating me like an outsider?” he bellowed.

There was so much anger and hurt in his eyes that Natasha did not know how to reply.

Kenneth grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, fuming, “Should I take my heart out so you can see

for yourself how serious I am about you this time?”

Pressed against the wall, Natasha had to look up at him. With her hand on his chest, she could the

quick heartbeat of his heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

It was as if his heart was calling out to her.