Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 58

“Alright,” Shane put the blanket away and sat down. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Connor looked closely at the blanket and asked inquisitively, “Mr. Shane, how did you end up having my mommy’s blanket?”

Shane looked a little surprised and awkward. “This is your mommy’s blanket?”

“Yes,” Connor nodded.

Shane pursed his thin lips and remained silent, but deep in his heart, he was overwhelmed by a wave of complex emotions.

He thought the blanket was brand-new and did not realize that it had actually been used by Natalie.

What surprised him more was that he was not a bit repulsed with this finding. He was puzzled. Anything related to Jasmine feels disgusting to me, yet when it comes to Natalie…

“Mr. Shane,” Conner called and interrupted his contemplation. Shane turned to look at him. “Connor, what is it?”

“Here comes Mommy,” Connor reminded him.

Once Shane turned to follow his gaze, he saw Natalie walking out of the washroom carrying Sharon in her arms.

“Mr. Shane, I’m sorry to keep you waiting. It took me some time to comb my little girl’s hair.” Natalie smiled at him embarrassingly.

“It’s all right,” Shane stood up and replied casually.

Natalie was momentarily dazed when she noticed he was back to his normal self.

If it weren’t for the throbbing pain in her wrist, she would have thought that the night before was only an illusion.

It seemed that no matter how mighty a person was, he or she would still have vulnerabilities not visible to others.

“Mr. Shane, by the way, you’ve sobered up, right?” Natalie asked in concern as she put Sharon down gently.

Sharon could barely wait to dash towards Shane once she stepped on the floor, but Conner pulled her away.

He knew they were not supposed to interrupt when their mother was in a conversation with Mr. Shane.

“Yes, I’ve sobered up,” Shane nodded slightly and replied.

“That’s a relief. I think it’s better that you don’t drink too much next time. I’m worried that you will collapse if you get drunk again,” Natalie reminded him sincerely.

Shane lowered his eyes and answered placidly, “It was my grandfather’s death anniversary yesterday so I drank a little bit more.”

What no one knew was that it was also his parents’ death anniversary the day before.

“I see… Mr. Shane, I’m really sorry. I don’t intend to…”

Before Natalie could finish her lines of sincere apology, Shane raised his hand and cut her off. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it.”

Even though he did not mind at all, Natalie was still feeling guilty. After thinking for a while, she changed the topic and asked, “Mr. Shane, have you taken your breakfast? If not, let’s eat together. I’m going to prepare it now.”

Before Shane could say anything to decline her invitation, she was already walking towards kitchen.

He was left with Connor and Sharon in the dining room; their eyes were glued to him.

Sharon shrugged off Connor’s hand and went forward to hug Shane’s leg. She raised her head and looked into Shane’s eyes sweetly. “Mr. Shane, I miss you so much!”

“You miss me?” Shane raised his eyebrows.

At the same time, Connor also stepped forward and explained, “Mr. Shane, Sharon really misses you a lot. She kept asking Mommy about you these few days.”

“Is it?” Shane asked, surprisingly. He seemed delighted as his thin lips lifted into a slight smile.

“What exactly have you been asking?” Interested to find out more, he bent down and carried Sharon.

Connor blinked his eyes and replied, “Of course she’s asking when she can meet you again!”

“Only Sharon has been asking about me? How about you?” Shane lowered his head and looked at the little boy in front of him. The man did not even realize the glint of eagerness in his own eyes as he queried again, “Have you ever asked?”

“Yes!” Connor admitted sportingly.

The corner of Shane’s lips lifted higher as his smile widened. He was usually feeling cold and indifferent. Conner’s words had warmed him up and softened his heart.

“Sharon, bring two eggs for Mommy,” Natalie called out from the kitchen.

“Alright, Mommy,” Sharon responded, patting the back of Shane’s hand. “Mr. Shane, I need to get down.”

Shane put her down without hesitation. She tugged at her little dress to make sure she was presentable and ran towards the fridge.

His gaze only shifted away from the girl after she took out two eggs and went into the kitchen. He asked Connor curiously, “Your dad is not in?”

He only just realized that he had not seen Stanley since he entered the apartment.

“Dad?” Connor replied doubtfully, “I don’t have a dad.”

Shane was stunned, “Stanley is not your dad?”