Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 129

Natalie was taken aback that Shane was leaving so soon. “You’re leaving already? Aren’t you going to come in and sit for a bit?”

“No. I see that you have a friend with you already.” Shane’s brows furrowed when he noticed how Joyce kept staring at him.

Knowing he did not like to be around strangers, Natalie reluctantly nodded. “Alright then. Be careful on your way back.”

“Okay,” was his only response before he turned to leave.

Joyce watched him go. Once he was out of sight, she complained, “Oh my god, they’re just so similar! Nat, why didn’t you ever tell me that he looks just like Connor!”

Natalie shrugged and replied, “I thought there wasn’t any point since you two would never meet.”

“That’s a good point.” Joyce rubbed her chin thoughtfully before something seemed to occur to her. Her voice was urgent as she asked, “Nat, you don’t think he’s Connor and Sharon’s – “

Predicting what she was about to say, Natalie’s eyes flashed before she hurriedly interrupted, “No! I already told you that their father is an old man in his fifties.”

Joyce, who had been getting worked up at the prospect, instantly deflated at Natalie’s words. She sighed regretfully and lamented, “But they seriously resemble each other so much! How could they not be related?”

Natalie chuckled nervously before quickly changing the subject. “Alright, that’s enough about this. Where are the kids?”

games earlier and

a pair of house slippers then padded into the

the door behind them and followed her

at her sound asleep children, her eyes filled with warmth and love. “Joyce, thanks for looking

Joyce waved her hand

the children’s room door, Natalie asked,

Joyce’s eyes lit

kitchen and pulled out two cans of

She took a deep

drank from her own can. Then, she asked about

not stepped foot in the studio again. That was

was the one who managed everything there

question, Joyce stopped drinking as a

down her beer. “Did something

before answering, “It’s not something really serious. It’s just that a studio much bigger than ours has

“Why?” Natalie frowned.

jealous of us!” The can in Joyce’s hand crumpled as her fingers clenched tightly, fury blazing through her. “You’re always coming up with new designs, so we’re able to constantly launch new clothing lines and at a relatively fast rate. They sent someone over

raised an