Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Natalie nodded. “Do you mean Project Rebirth?”

“Yes! The black horse I’m talking about was the chief designer of that fashion show. Those clothes were simply too amazing! Anyone could tell that the person who designed them is every bit as talented as those top-class designers. It’s just a pity that she doesn’t have much fame. I believe the person, who will be chosen to represent our country, is going to be her,” the designer said confidently as he stroked his chin.

Natalie bowed her head and shook with silent laughter.

Initially, she wanted to get some information on this black horse, so she could get an idea about who she was up against.

Seeing her chortle, the designer felt a little displeased. “What are you laughing about?”

Natalie waved her hands in apology and replied, “Nothing, nothing! Thanks for telling me about this. I’ll do my best to be selected as the country’s representative.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her notebook and stood up, hugging it to her chest.

The designer seemed rather dazed at her words. Suddenly, he snapped out of his reverie and pointed at her in shock. “You—you are that…”

“Shh!” Natalie brought a finger to her lips, asking him not to expose her identity. “No one else should know who I am.”

his head excitedly, his eyes shining with glee. He looked at Natalie as though she was his

in a bit.” Natalie waved cheerfully at him and

as she stepped out of the meeting room,

leaning against the wall with his head down and had a hand stuck into his pocket. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, a cigarette

down and stared at

a smoker because she often caught a whiff of cigarette smoke on his clothes. However, she

he was, puffing away right before her very own eyes. He looked very cool, and the cigarette lent him a rather enigmatic aura that made her want to approach him and learn everything

as she was staring at him, lost in her thoughts, Shane flicked away the ash on his cigarette. He suddenly looked up and

panic flashed across Natalie’s face. She snapped out of her daze and jerked her head up and down slightly as a form of reply. She

out his cigarette and darted forward

swung around and found

top of her head bumped against Shane’s

a grunt. He let go of her arm immediately

furrowed in pain. Sweat was beading his brows, and his eyes were narrowed in agony. Quite

his face anxiously and