Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 73

Upon hearing her words, Jasmine panicked for a brief moment, but she calmed down immediately and responded gloomily, “Natalie, what do you mean by that? You doubt my abilities?”

“I’m just curious. It’s fine if you’d rather not talk about it.” Natalie smirked as she shrugged, neither denying nor affirming the other woman’s allegation.

Jasmine snorted at her, “I have nothing to hide. It’s totally normal for a designer to have a variety of styles. It’s nothing unusual. You, on the other hand, should concentrate on your work rather than questioning me!”

After that, Jasmine strutted away in her high heels, but there was something odd about the way she walked.

Natalie watched her leave before letting loose a sigh.

It’s normal to change styles? Everyone knows that every designer has only one style! Only Jasmine could have spouted such nonsense. Did she not see how everyone’s expressions changed at her words?

Natalie shook her head, directing her gaze back to the computer, and went to work.

When Natalie left the office in the evening, she went to the kindergarten to pick up her kids first. Then, she took them to Joyce, who would be taking care of them for the time being, before hailing a taxi to Sunrise Hotel.

to eight when she arrived

soon as Natalie opened the door to the booth, she heard Jasmine call out to her in

over to her, pulled out her cell phone, and pointed at the time. “The party starts at eight,

a half-smile. “I did say the party starts at eight in the beginning, but later I changed it to seven.

pursed her lips. “Sorry, I’m not in

so?” Jasmine, pretending to be shocked, turned to ask the other attendees, “Didn’t

the

pardon me. I thought they added

up the farce, and the corners

to that moment,

the group chat’s capacity is full? From the very beginning, they were specifically instructed by Jasmine not to add me. That wretched woman also changed the

chair to sit down, Jasmine placed a bottle of red wine in front of her. “Ms. Natalie, it’s not

Bingo!

pushed the wine bottle back to Jasmine. “Ms.

did not think Natalie would refuse upfront. Her expression darkened. “What’s the meaning of this, Ms. Natalie? Do