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Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 129

Natalie was taken aback that Shane was leaving so soon. “You’re leaving already? Aren’t you going to come in and sit for a bit?”

“No. I see that you have a friend with you already.” Shane’s brows furrowed when he noticed how Joyce kept staring at him.

Knowing he did not like to be around strangers, Natalie reluctantly nodded. “Alright then. Be careful on your way back.”

“Okay,” was his only response before he turned to leave.

Joyce watched him go. Once he was out of sight, she complained, “Oh my god, they’re just so similar! Nat, why didn’t you ever tell me that he looks just like Connor!”

Natalie shrugged and replied, “I thought there wasn’t any point since you two would never meet.”

“That’s a good point.” Joyce rubbed her chin thoughtfully before something seemed to occur to her. Her voice was urgent as she asked, “Nat, you don’t think he’s Connor and Sharon’s – “

Predicting what she was about to say, Natalie’s eyes flashed before she hurriedly interrupted, “No! I already told you that their father is an old man in his fifties.”

Joyce, who had been getting worked up at the prospect, instantly deflated at Natalie’s words. She sighed regretfully and lamented, “But they seriously resemble each other so much! How could they not be related?”

Natalie chuckled nervously before quickly changing the subject. “Alright, that’s enough about this. Where are the kids?”

“They were playing games earlier and only just fell asleep.”

“I’ll go check on them.” Natalie changed into a pair of house slippers then padded into the apartment.

Joyce shut the door behind them and followed her inside.

Natalie stared down at her sound asleep children, her eyes filled with warmth and love. “Joyce, thanks for looking after them.”

“Don’t mention it.” Joyce waved her hand to brush off her thanks.

Gently closing the children’s room door, Natalie asked, “Wanna drink?”

“Sure!” Joyce’s eyes lit up at the idea.

Thus, Natalie headed into the kitchen and pulled out two cans of beer. She tossed one at her best friend.

Joyce caught it with both hands and instantly popped it open. She took a deep gulp and smacked her lips. “Ahh, that hits the spot!”

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