Suddenly, a waiter accidentally spilled a bowl of soup on Natalie’s arm.
Shane stood up, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her to his chest.
Natalie just leaned quietly against his chest, not knowing what just happened.
All the guests were dumbfounded.
They realized what actually happened only when the waiter repeatedly apologized for almost spilling the soup on Natalie.
“It’s fine. You can go out now.” Shane did not blame the waiter as he could tell he did not do it on purpose. Nonetheless, he was still a little annoyed by the incident.
The waiter immediately thanked him and left the private room.
Shane released Natalie from his embrace and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” Natalie nodded.
Shane’s expression softened upon hearing that.
“It looks like you really love your fiancée,” one of the critics remarked.
Natalie instantly felt awkward and wanted to clarify, but before she could speak, Shane interrupted and said, “Thank you.”
Natalie was stunned for moment. “Mr. Shane…”
Once again, Shane interrupted her. “No point wasting your time and energy explaining this kind of thing. The more you explain, the more confused and suspicious they would become.”
Natalie nodded gently. “You’re right.”
“Drink this.” Shane then placed a glass of fruit juice in front of her.
Natalie looked at the drink. “Orange juice?”
“You had some wine yesterday, so no wine for you today. I don’t want you to vomit and dirty my car.” Shane said casually while taking a sip of red wine from his glass.
Natalie blushed, and she lowered her head and cleared her throat. “Please excuse me. I need to go to the washroom.”
She then walked out of the private room.
When she was about the return after using the washroom, she saw a familiar figure walking along the other end of the corridor.
“Jasmine?”
A line formed between Natalie’s brows. What is she doing here?
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