Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

With a gloomy face, Natalie walked over to her son. “Tell me, Connor. Why do you have that in your hands again? Don’t you remember how you pulled your sister’s hair last time? I told you not to play with this anymore. Why…”

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I was wrong. I won’t do it again.” Before she could finish, Connor tugged at the hem of her shirt and swayed his body pitifully.

It was rare for Natalie to witness this coquettish side of her son. Her words instantly got stuck at the tip of her tongue, and she could no longer find the anger within her to reprimand him.

After a short while, she let out a sigh and stroked her son’s head helplessly. “What should I do with you!”

“Nat, what happened?” Stanley asked in a daze. He had been listening to their conversation from the side.

She explained, “Connor was being naughty and he almost offended Mr. Shane. Luckily, the man was kind enough and didn’t blame Connor. Otherwise, I might have lost my job.”

As she spoke, she pinched Connor’s cheeks gently and told him, “Alright. Keep your Lego pieces properly. If this happens again, I will confiscate it. You hear?”

Connor knew that this was not a joke. He immediately acceded to her request, “Yes, Mommy. I will.”

“Good boy. Now go and play on your own for a while. Mommy’s going to start preparing for dinner.”

Natalie returned

a shower in the bedroom, leaving Stanley and Connor

sat down beside Stanley and asked, “Uncle Stanley, can you help me

the medication for Natalie when Connor initiated the conversation. He stopped

a guilty manner before he fished out two zip lock

took a closer look at the contents and narrowed his eyes.

and this is mine,” Connor lowered

probed, “Why? Do you think he’s your father? You want

and I have an uncanny resemblance. This isn’t normal. So Uncle

the bags. His eyes darkened slightly, but nobody knew what he was

small hands in front of him.

recovered his senses and controlled his emotions. Pushing his glasses up his nose bridge,

gave him a

he tightened his grip around the bag of hair, as though wanting to rip it

out of the room just in time to hear Connor’s words.

me a sweet earlier. Right, Uncle Stanley?” Connor blinked innocently