Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

The fact was, he went to the hospital all the time, and he spent quite a while each time he was there. It was unknown to Natalie whether he was there to see Jacqueline.

At the thought of this, Natalie’s hands which she had laid on the balcony clamped tightly together.

“Nat,” just then, Joyce called out to her from behind.

Natalie drew in a deep breath, recollected herself, and turned around, smiling. “What’s the matter?”

“What good news?” The elevated expression on her face piqued Natalie’s curiosity, and she walked toward the office.

Joyce handed the file to her. “It’s the government grant, of course. We got a slot!”

“What?” Natalie was astonished, and she quickly took over the file to skim the documents, just to find that it was exactly as what Joyce told her. Excited yet puzzled, she asked, “Hasn’t the slot already been filled by Daystar Apparel? How is it that we also got one? Joyce, are you sure you’re not scammed?”

Joyce rolled her eyes at that. “What nonsense are you babbling? Look, it’s the stamp of the government department. How’s it possible that I’m scammed?”

this slot emerge?” Natalie pointed at the document

two fashion shows that you were involved in after returning to the country, the officials changed their minds and decided to grant

slightly furrowed. “Where does this other show come

yes, I forgot to tell you.” Joyce looked as if she had just recalled something and patted on her own forehead. “There’s another fashion show with the name Radiance where the collection you designed for Mr.

outfits were showcased?” Natalie

“That’s right, and it was just two days ago. Mr. Plumlee contacted me to invite you for the curtain call, but I helped you turn it down because of what happened with Yulia. Anyway, that show is very successful. You can check out the

watch the video later. Let’s carry on with the slot.” Natalie pulled

this additional slot.” Joyce followed

“What do

recommended us to them, which

in acknowledgment. “In that case, we owe Mr.

Joyce rested her head on her palm and lamented, “If it continues this way, I don’t

for a while. “How about this? You contact Mr. Plumlee and let him know that we’re inviting Mr. Miller to dinner. Then, we can discuss the design, and I’ll

stood up and walked to the side to make