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.

certainly a pity for Joyce to give up on Stanley after loving him

on, it would just be waiting in vain. For all she

just slip by, clinging on to some impossible

that it would be wiser to

her current path. However, the choice to let go might

up your mind?” Natalie looked deep into

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

living all these years with the fantasy of being with Stanley. There are plenty of eligible men out there,

hanging on to just one man. From now on, I will meet other men and find one who is even better than Stanley who

feet and raised a glass of champagne. Natalie’s sense of foreboding came a little too late as

vicinity on her, Joyce gulped down the entire glass, only realizing her recklessness a moment too

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

quickly escorted her friend out of the

Joyce from a lounge

appeared, handing Stanley a glass of wine. “Stanley. That’s you, isn’t it? The Stanley that the lady was shouting

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

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