“When did you become his wife and Connor his son? I want to know, too!” Suddenly the private room door was pushed open and Shane appeared. He exuded an angry countenance as he fixed his hostile gaze on Natalie.
“Mr. Shane.” Connor called out to him.
Shane looked down and nodded gently at Connor in response.
Then, when he raised his head again, the cold expression returned to his face. He strode in step by step on his long legs, followed by Silas.
“Mr. Shane, why are you here?” Natalie asked in a daze, looking at the approaching man.
Shane did not reply but stopped in front of her, staring at her in a rage. “You haven’t answered my question, when did you become his wife?”
Pointing his finger at Sean, he asked the question again.
In the face of such stern questioning, Natalie felt a little guilty. She opened her mouth, about to speak.
At the same time, Sean with folded arms, spoke playfully, “Let me answer. It happened only just now.”
“Shut up, I didn’t ask you!” Shane shot him a threatening look.
Sean shrugged. “Okay. I won’t say anything!”
Shane shifted his gaze from him and back to Natalie again.
“Mommy, Mr. Shane seems angry.” Connor tugged at the hem of Natalie’s dress.
Natalie patted the back of his hand. “I know. Please be a good boy and stand aside.”
“Alright.” Connor knew that this was between adults and he could not interfere, so he let go of his mom’s dress and sat down on a sofa at the corner.
Shane glanced at Silas.
Silas understood and nodded. Then, he went and sat with Connor on the Sofa.
Natalie and the other two remained where they were.
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