Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 322

In fact, Stanley’s words had struck her cold.

At that moment, a nurse suddenly rapped on the door and peered in. “Ms. Rivers, it’s 9 p.m. It’s time for me to take Dr. Quinn’s temperature.”

“It’s 9 p.m. already?” Joyce blurted, taking a glance at the clock. Mildly reproving, she mumbled half to herself, “Time passes so quickly! I didn’t realize that it had gotten so late. Come in, please.”

The nurse smiled and nodded, pushing her cart into the room.

Natalie watched as the nurse drew out a thermometer and deftly took Stanley’s temperature. Seeing her chance, Natalie grabbed her bag from where it lay at the head of Stanley’s bed. “Stanley, Joyce, it’s time for the kids and me to head back too.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Joyce said, rising from her seat.

With the thermometer in his mouth, Stanley could only wave at them.

Modestly, Natalie said, “Please don’t trouble yourself! Stay here and take care of Stanley. We’ll see ourselves out.”

Natalie then turned to her two children, who had been drinking what was left of the chicken soup and watching cartoons. “Connor, Sharon, let’s go,” she called.

“OK!” Connor replied eagerly. He immediately put down his phone and leaped off the sofa with Sharon in tow.

bid their farewells to Stanley and Joyce. They then left the room and walked towards the

drew near the lift doors, Shane suddenly appeared within

in excitement and dashed towards him.

cracked into a smile. He bent down and scooped her

milk smell. Shane’s heart softened as

while pulling Connor along. She said blandly,

ignored her. He playfully braided Sharon’s hair and asked, “Why did you come out

eyes narrowed. “Mr. Shane, are you implying that you

defiantly but did not

So it is true!

gawped at him. “Mr. Shane, is there anything you

happened in front of the Ophthalmology Department just now,”

touched the

her son approvingly. Then, she turned towards Shane and asked, “Mr. Shane, so you are apologizing

“Yes,” Shane said readily.

to do that, Mr. Shane. Ms.

wasn’t sincere. I could tell that you weren’t entirely pleased with it,” Shane replied, meeting Natalie’s

wasn’t ideal, but it was good enough.