Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Denise couldn't help but burst into laughter when she heard that.

Meanwhile, Spencer immediately knitted his brows. Old? Am I that old?

Right then, Thalia whispered to Denise, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Denise didn't dare to agree. She swept her gaze over Spencer's face before shaking her head and saying, "No. I don't think Spencer is old at all, and Spencer is very handsome, more handsome than anyone I've ever seen!"

"Is that so?" Thalia asked.

"Of course!" Denise said.

Thalia couldn't deny Spencer's good looks. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she was astounded. In fact, she couldn't believe how handsome he was. Just like that, she fell for him at first glance. Thalia pondered momentarily and said, "He's handsome, but looks and age are two different things!"

"Age hasn't left any traces on Spencer's face. On the contrary, he's quite charming, just the type of person I admire!" Denise said.

Perhaps due to the influence of Natasha, she had a discerning eye for men, which was definitely not dictated by age.

Thalia's face lit up with an even brighter smile. "So, who do you think is more handsome, your daddy or Spencer?"

"Um..."

"Be honest. You can't be biased!" Thalia said. She enjoyed hearing others praise Spencer, as it was a validation of her own judgment.

Denise glanced at her. "You just want to hear people praise Spencer, don't you?"

"Can you tell?"

"It's so obvious!"

"Don't change the subject. Tell me who's more attractive."

"Spencer!" Denise said.

Thalia was filled with pride when she heard that. It's well known that Kenneth's appearance has quite a reputation, but now, even his beloved daughter says Spencer is more handsome. This leaves no room for doubt.

Thalia was over the moon.

Denise then continued, "If we're talking about looks and attractiveness, Spencer is definitely the most handsome, but my daddy is the coolest!"

As soon as those words fell, the smile on Thalia's face vanished in an instant, her brows furrowing. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"You heard me. Both of them are quite good-looking, but Spencer has a more handsome face, with soft features. Daddy is different. He has a distinct, bold look. So, they're not the same. But if we're talking about who's more handsome, it's definitely Spencer. However, if we're talking about who's more dashing, it's definitely Daddy!" Denise proudly lifted the corners of her mouth after delivering her analysis. Yes! That's exactly it!

Thalia, however, didn't see it that way. With furrowed brows, she murmured in response, "What's the point of distinguishing between good-looking and handsome? In the end, it's all because he's your daddy!"

"No!"

"That's exactly it!"

"No!"

With that, the two started arguing.

Spencer, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but laugh as he watched Thalia bickering like a child.

At that moment, Thalia, in his eyes, was simply the epitome of cuteness.

"What I'm saying is the truth!" Denise asserted, emphasizing each word as she looked at her.

Thalia looked at her, finally giving in. "All right! All right! Let's just assume you're telling the truth, okay?" "What do you mean assume? What I said was the truth!"

"All right! Whatever you say!" Thalia conceded. If we keep arguing like this, our bond will be ruined.

Denise looked at her, knowing that Thalia didn't mean what she said. She turned away and said, "Forget it. You're prejudiced against my daddy. I can't make you understand!" With that, she simply closed her eyes to rest.

Seeing that, Thalia clicked her tongue, about to say something, but Spencer reached out to stop her.

"That's enough!"

"Wait... What she said was "

"Hey, she's a child."

"This isn't a matter of age. I must have a proper debate with her..."

"That's enough. That's enough!" Spencer quickly intervened.

"But-" Thalia was about to say something when Spencer leaned in and whispered something in her ear. After hearing it, Thalia pondered for a moment and said, "All right. If that's the case, I won't say anything anymore!"

Upon hearing that, Spencer finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted his wrist to check the time. "All right. The plane has just taken off, and there's still plenty of time. Let's get some sleep!"

Thalia was indeed feeling a bit tired. Those past few days had been hectic, and her sleep had definitely been lacking.

She glanced at Denise, who was sleeping with her eyes closed. After a moment of thought, she sighed. "All right, then!"

"Do you want to lean on my shoulder?" Spencer asked her.

Thalia shook her head. "No. I won't be comfortable sleeping like that. I want to sleep by myself!"

"All right!" With that, Spencer adjusted her into a comfortable position. After Thalia settled down, she closed her eyes. Perhaps she was too exhausted, but once she relaxed, she quickly drifted off to sleep. Spencer was watching from the side, aware she was clearly exhausted yet still persisting.

However, after she fell asleep, he reached out to signal the flight attendant and asked for two blankets. He covered Denise with one and draped the other over Thalia.

Benjamin, sitting nearby, watched on with a smile on his face, not saying a word.

"Hey... You should get some sleep too!" said Spencer.

Benjamin nodded and simply closed his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, after the cabin quieted down, Natasha gazed out the window. Her clear eyes seemed to hold an untold story that couldn't be unraveled, evoking a sense of heartache in anyone who looked at her. Once everyone was asleep, Anthony opened his eyes and looked at her. "Nat."

Natasha turned her gaze toward him. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"Aren't you also not sleeping?" Anthony asked.

"I've slept a lot at home, so I'm not tired yet!" said Natasha.

Anthony looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Nat, what are you worried about?"

Natasha shook her head. "No. I'm not worried about anything!" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Anthony, who understood her well, asked directly, "Are you worried about whether Daddy will wake up, or are you concerned that Great-grandpa won't be able to handle the truth and will blame you for it?" Natasha still remained silent with her gaze lowered.

"It seems you're worried about both!" said Anthony.

Natasha looked at him. "Anthony, if your great-grandpa blames me for this, don't be angry with him. It's normal for him to not be able to handle such a shock at his age. But you can't do anything to him in order to defend me, understand?"

Anthony slightly furrowed his eyebrows. "Nat..."

"If something were to happen to you today, I would probably feel the same way. Although your daddy is not your great-grandpa's child, he is his grandson. Your daddy was raised by him, so there's no difference. Therefore, any emotions he might have are normal and expected. Do you understand?" Natasha enunciated.