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

Chapter 933 Humiliated

Natasha smiled as Thalia spoke.

“Your promise is enough.” She nodded in agreement.

Despite that, Thalia was so moved that she felt a whirlwind of emotions within.

In the next second, she lunged forward and hugged Natasha tightly.

The gesture surprised Natasha.

Thalia held her. “I don't know what to say, Nat. I know that words won't help much, but rest assured, I will do everything I can to make you feel better.”

Natasha stiffened slightly before gradually relaxing.

It does not feel that uncomfortable after all.

She smiled. “Mmm. Seeing all of you work so hard for my sake gives me a sense of pride I can't put into words.”

Aware that Natasha was teasing her on purpose, Thalia held on even tighter. “Even at a time like this, you can still make jokes.”

Natasha chuckled softly. “Haven't you hugged me enough yesterday?” she said with some effort. “I will be the one feeling embarrassed if you don't stop soon.”

Thalia was slightly taken aback before gradually letting go of her friend. “What do you mean?”

Seeing her bewildered expression, Natasha playfully raised an eyebrow. “Don't remember anything?”

“Remember what?” Thalia asked, a sense of foreboding creeping in as she observed Natasha's expression.

“Just as I thought. You have zero recollection,” Natasha said.

“What do you mean? What am I supposed to remember?” asked Thalia.

“Do you remember getting drunk at the bar yesterday and beating someone up to a pulp?”

Thalia did have a hazy recollection of that incident. Somebody tried to strike up a conversation with her when she was in a bad mood the night before, which led to a conflict, and she ended up giving them a beating.

Thalia nodded. “I remember.”

“Do you remember what the person you beat up looked like?” Natasha asked.

“Well, I'm not too sure about that.” Thalia shook her head. “I just clobbered him without paying much attention to the details.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “So, at which point did your memory failed you?”

At the prompt, Thalia tried her best to recall the events of the night before, but all she drew was a blank.

“Do you know how you got back?”

Thalia shook her head.

“Very good,” Natasha said.

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Thalia asked. Natasha's teasing smile was giving her an increasingly uneasy feeling. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“You drank so much yesterday and ended up hitting someone. Then, you continued drinking. The owner of the bar called the police, and you were taken to the hospital. After they examined you and found nothing wrong, you were taken to the precinct. Finally, Spencer and Anthony had to come and get you.”

Thalia's eyes widened when she heard the tale. “The precinct?”

Natasha nodded. “Mm hmm.”

Thalia furrowed her brows. “Well...”

Noticing her friend getting nervous, Natasha said, “Don't worry. It was fortunate they found out in time. In the end, they sought Dave, paid him off, and he didn't pursue the matter. That was how they got you out.”

Thalia heaved a sigh of relief. “I think I can't drink casually anymore.”

“I'm glad you're aware of it.” Natasha nodded approvingly before adding, “With your antics yesterday, you now owe Dave another favor.”

At that mention, Thalia said, “I've lost track of the favors I owe. If that's the case, so be it.”

That's how Thalia always is.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, remaining silent.

“Is there anything else?” Thalia asked Natasha cautiously. She remained quite concerned.

After all, being a person of renown, Thalia could not afford to embarrass herself, especially not in front of her rivals.

Pretending as if nothing had happened, Natasha began to speak slowly as if narrating a story, “There's not much else to it. After Spencer brought you back, he gave you something for the hangover, and you fell asleep here.”

Thalia heaved a sigh of relief. Then, as if recalling something, she asked, “What did you mean when you said I held you yesterday?”

“Oh, about that. It's nothing, really. You just had too much to drink last night. You were sound asleep, but you suddenly got up, wanting to leave. Spencer tried to stop you, but you ended up getting into a scuffle with him.”

Thalia gaped in disbelief. “Then? What happened next?”

“Anthony was there, too. You followed him back to their room, and apparently, you were weeping on his bed, refusing to leave.”

Thalia was dumbfounded.

“Aside from using up a whole pack of tissues, which wasn't even the worst part, you left his bed in a complete mess.”

The color drained from Thalia's face.

As she watched her friend's horror-struck expression, Natasha could not help bursting into laughter.

“I-Is there more?” she asked.

“There's more. After weeping in Anthony's room, you came to mine, still crying, and clung to me, refusing to let go. In the end, you even fell asleep in my room.” Natasha thought for a moment, then added, “That's about it, I think.”

Thalia was furious.

This is so godd*mn humiliating.

Despite feeling incredibly awkward, she plucked up the courage to ask, “Is what you're saying really true?”

“What do you think?” Natasha retorted.

Thalia, of course, did not remember anything, but she was aware that she had a tendency to behave this way after drinking; she had been ridiculed more than once or twice during her time on Darknetz. However, she later learned not to drink too much and to try her best to stay sober.

I couldn't help myself yesterday, I ended up forgetting everything.

Thalia blinked. “Well, who else knows about this?”

“Hmm...” Natasha's pondering hum stretched on for so long that it tormented Thalia.

Natasha raised her brows. “Kenneth, I think? Probably only him.”

Thalia massaged her forehead.

D*mn. Godd*mn it. I'll be a laughingstock after this.

Natasha gave a light smile at Thalia's regretful expression.

“Did he not throw me out?” Thalia asked after a moment, gazing up at Natasha.

“He actually wanted to, but I stopped him,” Natasha said calmly.

With one hand covering her face, Thalia rubbed her forehead. “I'd rather be thrown out...” she murmured. I wouldn't have embarrassed myself, at least.

Suddenly, Natasha seemed to recall something. “Oh, that's right,” she said, looking at her friend. “You even advised me to break up with him. You told me to come with you and that you would take care of me.”

Thalia was stunned. “Was I really that impulsive?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

Thalia was utterly humiliated. “It's all over,” she murmured to himself. “There goes my reputation. How am I supposed to look anyone in t eye now, especially at DX? I can't believe I embarrassed myself before my rivals.”

Natasha let out a soft laugh when she heard her friend's words.

Only Thalia can be like this. Even in her embarrassment, there is still an abundance of confidence.

“How could you be laughing? You should have stopped me?”

“I did,” Natasha said seriously, “but I couldn't hold you back.”

Thalia was not amused.

What else could I say? Kyle will surely skin me alive if he finds out about this. Oh, how wonderful it would be if I could turn back time!

In the midst of Thalia's internal anguish, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a figure walked in.