Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

One of them pulled Lucy aside, while the other pressed the button on the elevator. “Ms. Moore, here you go. Mr. Thompson is waiting for you upstairs. Regarding this random woman, please don’t mind her. She’s sick and in love with Mr. Thompson. She’s dreaming of being his lover. All of us in the building know this. The reason why the two of us are guarding the elevator is to prevent her from sneaking up to harass Mr. Thompson.”

Upon hearing this, Isabelle recalled something.

There has been a series of discussions among the employees of the design department recently about the lady from the janitorial department. It was rumored that she had feelings for Shane. So it’s her!

Isabelle looked at Lucy, clearly repulsed by what she had just heard.

Meeting Isabelle’s gaze, Lucy could feel her sense of inferiority intensify.

However, she was more infuriated!

It turned out that the bodyguards were there specifically to stop her from going upstairs!

I meet Shane, I’ll

could not figure out what Lucy was thinking about. She

who has no self-awareness. You’re not pretty or sexy! You’re just a janitor! How dare you even dream of being with Mr. Thompson? This is preposterous! Don’t you have a mirror? Even I, the daughter of the Moore

to accept Natalie

was a

third place in an international

was no longer the spoiled brat

she had come to understand

come a day where the Moore family would perish under her leadership. As a third-generation descendent, she would be hated and blamed by

she was still slightly arrogant, she would never act rashly like before. In fact, before every decision, she would exercise an abundance of caution to avoid tainting the name of the Moore

an impossible fantasy. Shane would not develop feelings for her. Despite her

children were also his, to begin with. She never imagined herself becoming