Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Stanley gazed upon the couple standing across from him. With an ominous glint across his eyes, he commented, “Natalie, I’m relieved to see how well you and Shane are doing.”

“Thank you.” Natalie beamed. “Stanley,” she added. “What are you doing here?”

“Here’s what happened. “I’ve accepted a request to perform surgery on a member of the royal family. I am here tonight at this party as his guest,” Stanley explained, with a smile that displayed his teeth. “It’s such a coincidence running into you here, Nat.”

Natalie’s mouth hung open in amazement. “Surgery? Stanley, does that mean that your treatment has finished?”

Shane gazed at Annie with his eyes narrowed into slits. “If mental disorders are not classified as being illnesses, pray tell me what is it that you would consider an illness?”

“I…” Annie stammered. It was not only Shane’s status that had frightened her, but his assertiveness as well.

Not daring to attempt to refute a statement as bold as that, she lapsed into a sulky silence.

“That’s enough, Annie.” Shane pulled Annie’s arm as she trotted back to his side obediently. “Mr. Thompson is right. I am indeed ill.”

Natalie did the same. She squeezed Shane arm to hush him.

However, she was secretly delighted that Shane had leaped to her rescue at Annie’s attempt to belittle her.

to settle down before speaking again. “My treatment had ended half a month ago. I’ve been declared

nodded. “As it had been concluded some time ago, why have you not returned to

surgery,” Stanley answered. “I will only return

his lips at

not looking forward to my return?”

“Yes,” Shane replied bluntly.

you be worried that I may have

between the four was thick with tension. “Even so,” he sneered. “There’s nothing

he asserted his dominance by wrapping an arm

not struggle. Instead, she leaned against

wife yet, she was not going to

would you treat me with such hostility, Mr. Thompson? I’ve changed, and I’m not who I used to be.

you expect me to believe

easy to let go

convince you if you choose not to believe me. If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Thompson. I

the one toward Shane. “Nat, I’ve got to get