Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 651

Stanley gazed upon the couple standing across from him. With an ominous glint across his eyes, he commented, “Natalie, I’m relieved to see how well you and Shane are doing.”

“Thank you.” Natalie beamed. “Stanley,” she added. “What are you doing here?”

“Here’s what happened. “I’ve accepted a request to perform surgery on a member of the royal family. I am here tonight at this party as his guest,” Stanley explained, with a smile that displayed his teeth. “It’s such a coincidence running into you here, Nat.”

Natalie’s mouth hung open in amazement. “Surgery? Stanley, does that mean that your treatment has finished?”

“Hey, what treatment? Dr. Quinn isn’t even sick! That wasn’t an illness!” Annie retorted coldly, apparently displeased at Natalie’s remark.

Shane gazed at Annie with his eyes narrowed into slits. “If mental disorders are not classified as being illnesses, pray tell me what is it that you would consider an illness?”

“I…” Annie stammered. It was not only Shane’s status that had frightened her, but his assertiveness as well.

Not daring to attempt to refute a statement as bold as that, she lapsed into a sulky silence.

“That’s enough, Annie.” Shane pulled Annie’s arm as she trotted back to his side obediently. “Mr. Thompson is right. I am indeed ill.”

same. She squeezed

leaped to

everybody to settle down before speaking again. “My treatment had ended half a month ago.

it had been concluded some time ago, why have you

“I will only return after I’m

pursed his lips at

not looking forward to my

“Yes,” Shane replied bluntly.

is that?” Stanley asked, his smile unfaltering. “Could you be

The atmosphere between the four was thick with tension. “Even so,” he sneered. “There’s nothing you

he said that, he asserted his dominance by wrapping an arm around

Instead,

were not his wife yet, she was not

Nat is your wife, I’ve never denied it,” Stanley reasoned. “Why would you treat me with such hostility, Mr. Thompson? I’ve

to

let go as

not to believe me. If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Thompson. I

smile that was much more genuine and warmer than the one toward Shane. “Nat, I’ve got to get