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.

not help but frown, he was a little

these snacks for her

that it’s not good for children

Connor quipped 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 are piling up. Mommy says that we will have tooth decay from taking the snacks. That’s why she

the real

 Shane loosened

like he had misunderstood

I’ll get it for you,” asked Shane

are too many types of cookies, I want to see them for myself. Mr. Shane, do you mind holding me

Shane’s usual cold eyes showed a faint hint of warmth. Without thinking much, he reached

That warmed up his frozen heart and made

the fridge

towards the top of Shane’s head. He managed to

now, Mr. Shane. Thank you.” Connor happily thanked him as he picked up

Shane did not notice what had just transpired. He was

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

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

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