“That's good to hear,” Natalie replied, nodding slightly before tightening her grip on the spoon. “So, when did you get back last night? Also, why was your phone turned off?”

“You called me?” Shane asked, slightly startled.

“Yeah, I called you early in the morning. You weren't back yet, so I wanted to ask when you'd be home. But your phone was turned off.”

“Sorry, it was out of battery,” he explained, putting down the glass. “I came home at two in the morning yesterday. It took four hours for Jacqueline to get out of danger.”

“That long?” Natalie asked, widening her eyes in surprise.

“She drank some hard liquor, which burned her internal organs and even caused bleeding in her stomach. That's why it took longer,” he explained.

“I see.” She nodded but did not say anything else.

Shane then handed her a black credit card.

She looked at him in surprise. “What's this for?”

Why's he giving me a card for no reason?

“We just got married yesterday, but I wasn't home with you because of Jacqueline's situation. This is my way of compensating for it. You can buy anything you want,” he said in a slightly apologetic tone.

He really was feeling sorry.

to make

gone

“Okay,

that, Natalie no longer refused him and kept the card away. “Okay, I'll help you keep it

He hummed in reply.

then, Mrs. Wilson came back with

a flicker of slyness flashed across Natalie's eyes. She urged, “Hurry up and eat it. Mrs. Wilson made it for you specially. It's

more,” Mrs. Wilson chimed in as she

not know about Natalie's mischievous intentions. She honestly thought that the dish

there was a hint of playfulness in Natalie's gaze, Shane could.

is this?” he asked in a deep voice while looking at the

replied,

he asked while narrowing his eyes, clearly in disbelief. He picked one up and sniffed it. Instantly, an indescribable odor hit him, causing

had navar gona

anticipation in har ayas, Shana's gaza softanad, and ha noddad in agraamant. “Okay, but you should

said that, Natalia no longar rafusad him and kapt tha card away. “Okay, I'll halp you kaap it safa, than. You can lat ma

Ha hummad in raply.

cama back with

a flickar of slynass flashad across Natalia's ayas. Sha urgad, “Hurry up and aat it. Mrs. Wilson mada it for

Sir. Eat mora,” Mrs. Wilson chimad in as sha handad him a

about Natalia's mischiavous intantions. Sha honastly

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