Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 95

Natalie did not disappoint Shane. She bowed apologetically to Sean. “Thank you, Mr. Sean. It won’t be necessary, though.”

Seeing how simply she declined his offer, a flash of fury crossed Sean’s eyes but disappeared at once. “Why not? There’s not much difference between Shane and me, right?”

“Yes, there is.” Natalie turned around and looked at Shane. “My son resembles Mr. Shane more. I won’t have to worry about others doubting that he’s the father.”

This is true!

Shane’s thin lips curled up subconsciously. His mood improved somehow because of her words.

Sean could not stand Shane having the upper hand. He lowered his gaze to hide the fierceness in his eyes and jeered, “What’s so great about looking alike? There must be games during the family event. Since Shane is still physically inconvenient, he can’t take part in them so he might as well not go!”

“Uh…” Natalie staggered.

He’s right; I have totally forgotten about this.

Sensing that Sean had persuaded Natalie, Shane’s gaze turned cold and he stood up from his wheelchair. “I accept your request.”

“But, Mr. Shane, you are still hurt…” Natalie bit her red lips. Although she was delighted that he had agreed, she was still worried about him.

Sean gave his glasses a nudge and said, “That’s right, Shane. You should recover from your injury first. What if something happens to you? Wouldn’t you be troubling Natalie?”

However, Shane was unmoved by him. He looked at Natalie and replied softly, “I’m okay as long as I stay away from strenuous activities. Alright, you may leave now. I will get in touch with you this weekend.”

Since he had given his order, Natalie could only obey. She thanked him and left.

After she left, Sean stopped pretending and revealed his true colors. He jeered slyly, “Wow, Shane, I can’t believe you care about this woman so much. For her sake, you are even willing to be her kids’ father. If I tell Jasmine about this, do you think she’ll go and trouble Natalie?”

Hearing this, Shane’s eyes narrowed. One could even sense the frigidness reflecting off his dark pupils. “I’m warning you, Sean—you’d better not come up with anything funny.”

Sean sneered, “What if I say no? What can you do to me?”

“You can try.” Shane meant business.

Sean stared at him for a while and smiled suddenly. “Look at you. I was just kidding! Don’t take it so seriously. Alright, alright. This is the information you need.”

Sean handed the file to him.

Shane did not accept it.

Sean was not irritated. Instead, he shrugged, placed the file on his table, and left.

Meanwhile, Silas entered with a thermal food jar in hand.

Having sat down again in his wheelchair, Shane looked at the jar and frowned slightly. “Why are you bringing that in here?” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Mr. Shane, Ms. Smith handed me this just now. She said she made you mushroom soup; it is nutritious and will help with your body’s recovery.” Silas answered.

“Natalie made me soup?” He was overwhelmed with a warm feeling which words could not express.

Silas placed the food jar in front of him. “Mr. Shane, would you like some?”

Shane did not reply.

Thinking Shane did not want it, Silas reached out to retrieve the jar.

When Silas was about to touch it, he pouted his lips and barked in a lowered tone, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to return this to Ms. Smith!” Silas replied innocently.

Shane glared at him icily. “Did I say so? Put this in the fridge for now and heat it up for lunch.”

“…Yes, Sir!” Silas responded as he gave the corners of his mouth a twitch.

Geez, why didn’t you just say so earlier?

You’re confusing me!

Shane had the mushroom soup during lunchtime.

The soup, having been made from multiple varieties of mushrooms, was fragrant and rich in flavors. It was evident that much effort had gone into its preparation.

Shane ended up finishing everything in the jar.

He then passed the empty container to Silas to return it to Natalie.

Silas found Natalie eating at the staff cafeteria.

He gave Natalie the thermal food jar. “Ms. Smith, Mr. Shane wanted me to thank you for the soup. He said it was delicious.”