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.

for Joyce to give up on Stanley after loving him for

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

youth would just slip by, clinging

would

only hurt herself if she was determined to continue down her current path. However,

up your mind?” Natalie looked deep into Joyce’s

brightly for an instant. After a second or two,

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 pat of

on, I will meet other men and find one who is even better than Stanley who will love me back.

Natalie’s sense of foreboding came a little too

of everybody in the vicinity on her, Joyce gulped down the entire glass,

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

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

watched the two departing figures of Natalie and Joyce from a lounge on the second floor. His expressionless face was

of wine. “Stanley.

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

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