When Shane opened his door, the apartment door opposite him just happened to open as well. Yulia was about to take out the trash when she saw Shane. “You… Aren’t you the Thompson boy?”
Yulia pointed at Shane with uncertainty.
Shane raised his brows. “Hello, Yulia!”
Silas snickered behind Shane because that was the first time he heard anyone call Shane a boy.
Suddenly, Silas could feel an icy cold glare on him. He quickly swallowed his snicker when he realized that it came from Shane.
Only then did Shane spare his assistant.
Yulia could not help chuckling at the two’s interaction. “You’re Shane, right?”
Shane nodded in response. “That’s right.”
“Can I call you Shane?” asked Yulia gently.
Shane raised his chin slightly. “Sure.”
“It’s a deal then.” Yulia then clapped her hands when she suddenly remembered something. “You probably don’t know me, Shane. I’m… “
“I know. You’re Natalie’s mother and my Grandpa’s goddaughter,” interrupted Shane.
Yulia smiled and nodded. “So you knew! Do you also know that your Grandpa and I arranged for you to marry Nat?”
“I do, but it’s just not possible anymore. Sorry,” apologized Shane softly as he looked down.
However Silas did not agree with Shane. “It’s not your fault that it didn’t work out, Mr. Shane. You didn’t have to apologize because the fault lies with Ms. Natalie.”
“That’s enough! Shut it,” rebuked Shane, so Silas stopped talking.
The smile on Yulia started to fade when she heard the two. “Shane, you’re not happy with the arrangement I made with your grandfather, are you?”
Why else would they think it’s my daughter’s fault?
Shane pursed his lips without answering the question.
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