Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Natalie was taken aback that Shane was leaving so soon. “You’re leaving already? Aren’t you going to come in and sit for a bit?”

“No. I see that you have a friend with you already.” Shane’s brows furrowed when he noticed how Joyce kept staring at him.

Knowing he did not like to be around strangers, Natalie reluctantly nodded. “Alright then. Be careful on your way back.”

“Okay,” was his only response before he turned to leave.

Joyce watched him go. Once he was out of sight, she complained, “Oh my god, they’re just so similar! Nat, why didn’t you ever tell me that he looks just like Connor!”

Natalie shrugged and replied, “I thought there wasn’t any point since you two would never meet.”

“That’s a good point.” Joyce rubbed her chin thoughtfully before something seemed to occur to her. Her voice was urgent as she asked, “Nat, you don’t think he’s Connor and Sharon’s – “

Predicting what she was about to say, Natalie’s eyes flashed before she hurriedly interrupted, “No! I already told you that their father is an old man in his fifties.”

Joyce, who had been getting worked up at the prospect, instantly deflated at Natalie’s words. She sighed regretfully and lamented, “But they seriously resemble each other so much! How could they not be related?”

Natalie chuckled nervously before quickly changing the subject. “Alright, that’s enough about this. Where are the kids?”

earlier and only just

them.” Natalie changed into a pair of house slippers then padded

the door behind

her eyes filled with warmth and love. “Joyce, thanks for

it.” Joyce waved her hand to brush off her

children’s room

lit up at the

and pulled out two cans of beer. She tossed

and instantly popped it open. She took a

at her friend’s antics, Natalie drank from her own can.

she started working at Thompson Group, she had not stepped foot in the studio again. That was why she knew absolutely

was the one who managed everything

stopped drinking as a solemn expression appeared on her

it and put down

It’s just that a studio much bigger than ours

“Why?” Natalie frowned.

guess they’re jealous of us!” The can in Joyce’s hand crumpled as her fingers clenched tightly, fury blazing through her. “You’re always coming up with new designs, so we’re able to constantly launch new clothing lines and at a relatively fast rate. They

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