Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 43

With a gloomy face, Natalie walked over to her son. “Tell me, Connor. Why do you have that in your hands again? Don’t you remember how you pulled your sister’s hair last time? I told you not to play with this anymore. Why…”

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I was wrong. I won’t do it again.” Before she could finish, Connor tugged at the hem of her shirt and swayed his body pitifully.

It was rare for Natalie to witness this coquettish side of her son. Her words instantly got stuck at the tip of her tongue, and she could no longer find the anger within her to reprimand him.

After a short while, she let out a sigh and stroked her son’s head helplessly. “What should I do with you!”

Connor held onto his mother’s hand and there was a satisfied look on his face for a split second. He knew that this incident was water under the bridge.

“Nat, what happened?” Stanley asked in a daze. He had been listening to their conversation from the side.

She explained, “Connor was being naughty and he almost offended Mr. Shane. Luckily, the man was kind enough and didn’t blame Connor. Otherwise, I might have lost my job.”

As she spoke, she pinched Connor’s cheeks gently and told him, “Alright. Keep your Lego pieces properly. If this happens again, I will confiscate it. You hear?”

Connor knew that this was not a joke. He immediately acceded to her request, “Yes, Mommy. I will.”

“Good boy. Now go and play on your own for a while. Mommy’s going to start preparing for dinner.”

With that, Natalie returned to the kitchen.

After dinner, Natalie brought Sharon to take a shower in the bedroom, leaving Stanley and Connor in the living room.

The young boy sat down beside Stanley and asked, “Uncle Stanley, can you help me with something?”

“What is it?” Stanley was preparing the medication for Natalie when Connor initiated the conversation. He stopped what he was doing and gave the little boy his attention.

Connor glanced toward the bedroom in a guilty manner before he fished out two zip lock bags from his pockets and passed them to Stanley.

The latter took a closer look at the contents and narrowed his eyes. “Hair?”

“Yes. This is Mr. Shane’s hair, and this is mine,” Connor lowered his voice and said.

Stanley suddenly realized what was going on. His gentle expression changed just slightly and he probed, “Why? Do you think he’s your father? You want me to conduct a DNA test?”

Connor didn’t notice his reaction and merely nodded. “Yes. Mr. Shane and I have an uncanny resemblance. This isn’t normal. So Uncle Stanley, can you help me please?”

Stanley lowered his head and looked at the bags. His eyes darkened slightly, but nobody knew what he was thinking.

After a long while of silence, Connor waved his small hands in front of him. “Uncle Stanley? Are you there?”

Finally, Stanley recovered his senses and controlled his emotions. Pushing his glasses up his nose bridge, he agreed, “Alright, I’ll help you with this.”

“Thank you, Uncle Stanley!” Connor gave him a sweet smile in appreciation.

The corners of Stanley’s lips twitched slightly. While he remained silent, he tightened his grip around the bag of hair, as though wanting to rip it apart badly.

“Connor, what are you thanking your godfather for?” Natalie walked out of the room just in time to hear Connor’s words. She naturally asked out of curiosity.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I thanked him because he gave me a sweet earlier. Right, Uncle Stanley?” Connor blinked innocently at his godfather.

“Mm, yes.” Stanley plastered a wide smile on his face, but the smile never reached his eyes.

“Mommy, I’m going to shower.” Connor got down from the sofa and ran to the bathroom.

Natalie burst into a fit of giggles when she saw her son running frantically to the bathroom.

“Alright, Nat. Time to change out your bandage.” Stanley patted on the empty spot next to him.

Natalie nodded and walked over.

It was almost ten by the time everything was done.

Stanley packed up his first-aid kit and prepared to leave.

After he stepped out of the apartment, he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he went to the emergency stairway and tossed the two bags of hair into the trash bin before heading for the lift. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Two days later, at Thompson Group.

Jasmine’s assistant, Penny, began shouting instructions the moment she stepped into the office. “Alright, everyone! Hurry up and clean up the place! Keep everything that is unnecessary in your drawers!

Especially things like your makeup and snacks! Pack them all up! There’s going to be an inspection from the bosses!”