Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 653

Joyce was unaware of what Natalie was planning. “Nat, do you have some tissue?”

“Here.” Natalie rummaged through her pure platinum purse and handed the entire packet to Joyce.

“Thanks,” she sniffled as she extracted a piece to dry her tears. “Nat, I’ve decided to give up,” she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on her feet.

Natalie gaped at her. “Give up on your feelings toward Stanley?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Joyce took a deep breath, willing herself to suppress the inevitable tears by forcing a smile. “Because I’m tired. I’ve loved him for over ten years, and where has that gotten me? A bruised and battered soul with not much dignity left. I don’t think I can hold on any longer.”

Joyce spun around suddenly, gazing deep into Natalie’s eyes with her own bloodshot ones. “I can see it clearly now. Stanley would rather be with any other woman than me. He will never love me. That is why I’m giving up on him.”

Natalie opened her mouth intending to offer words of advice, but she could come up with none.

to give up on Stanley after

if Joyce were to continue hanging on, it would just be waiting in vain. For all she

Joyce’s youth would just slip

that it would be

her current path. However, the

mind?” Natalie looked

brightly for an instant. After a second or two, she gave a resolute

of touch with the outside world from living all these years with the fantasy of being with Stanley. There are plenty of eligible men out there, Joyce. Now’s the time to explore,” Natalie said with a

From now on, I will meet other men and find one

champagne. Natalie’s sense of foreboding came a little too late as

vicinity on her, Joyce gulped down the

haste of which she had emptied her drink, Joyce’s face grew red as she

onlookers, Natalie stood up and quickly escorted her friend out of the room and into

and Joyce from a lounge on the second floor. His expressionless face was rigid and

glass of wine. “Stanley. That’s you, isn’t it? The Stanley that the lady

smile. “Mr. Peter, you’re a humorous man. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but

that so?” the