Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

However, one strange thing remained. Shane noticed that the apartment was seemingly inhabited only by Natales and children, for there were no signs of any man living there.

“Your husband doesn’t live here?” Before he could stop himself, he accidentally uttered the one question that was plaguing his heart.

Natalie, who was searching for some grounded coffee powder to make coffee, heard his question and froze. “Husband?”

“That Dr. Quinn from last night, isn’t he your husband?” Shane peered at her meaningfully.

“Really?” Shane nodded slightly and did not bother to question further.

“Mommy, I’ve found the coffee. Go make a nice coffee for Mr. Shane.” Right at the moment, Connor took a box of coffee and stuffed it into Natalie’s outstretched hand.

Natalie patted his hair and said, “Okay. Thank you. Mommy’s going to make a coffee. Stay here with Mr. Shane and don’t be naughty, okay?”

“Alright, alright.” Connor replied.

Natalie stepped into the kitchen.

After she went in, Connor’s eyes shone as he touched his belly and pleaded, “Mr. Shane, I’m hungry. Can you help me get some cookies?”

Saying that, he pointed to the top of the fridge.

help but frown, he was

Natalie actually bought all these

she know that it’s not good for children to eat

in, “These are all presents from Aunt Joyce. She buys them for us every time she drops by. Mommy usually doesn’t let us eat too much. That’s why the snacks

this the real

loosened his

he had misunderstood

what type of cookies do you want? I’ll get it

see them for myself. Mr. Shane,

eyes showed a faint hint of warmth. Without thinking much,

soft body in his arms. That warmed up his frozen heart and made

to the

snacks with one hand, Connor secretly stretched his other hand towards the top of Shane’s head. He managed to discreetly pull off a few strands of Shane’s hair with something in

to eat this. You may put me down now, Mr. Shane. Thank you.” Connor happily thanked him as he picked up a pack of

Shane did not notice what had just transpired. He

of pain on his scalp. Unable to hold it in, a

with you?” Connor asked blankly as if he did not know what just

merely a four-year-old, so no one would ever suspect him when he put on a show