Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 43

With a gloomy face, Natalie walked over to her son. “Tell me, Connor. Why do you have that in your hands again? Don’t you remember how you pulled your sister’s hair last time? I told you not to play with this anymore. Why…”

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I was wrong. I won’t do it again.” Before she could finish, Connor tugged at the hem of her shirt and swayed his body pitifully.

It was rare for Natalie to witness this coquettish side of her son. Her words instantly got stuck at the tip of her tongue, and she could no longer find the anger within her to reprimand him.

After a short while, she let out a sigh and stroked her son’s head helplessly. “What should I do with you!”

Connor held onto his mother’s hand and there was a satisfied look on his face for a split second. He knew that this incident was water under the bridge.

“Nat, what happened?” Stanley asked in a daze. He had been listening to their conversation from the side.

She explained, “Connor was being naughty and he almost offended Mr. Shane. Luckily, the man was kind enough and didn’t blame Connor. Otherwise, I might have lost my job.”

As she spoke, she pinched Connor’s cheeks gently and told him, “Alright. Keep your Lego pieces properly. If this happens again, I will confiscate it. You hear?”

Connor knew that this was not a joke. He immediately acceded to her request, “Yes, Mommy. I will.”

“Good boy. Now go and play on your own for a while. Mommy’s going to start preparing for dinner.”

With that, Natalie returned to the kitchen.

After dinner, Natalie brought Sharon to take a shower in the bedroom, leaving Stanley and Connor in the living room.

The young boy sat down beside Stanley and asked, “Uncle Stanley, can you help me with something?”

“What is it?” Stanley was preparing the medication for Natalie when Connor initiated the conversation. He stopped what he was doing and gave the little boy his attention.

Connor glanced toward the bedroom in a guilty manner before he fished out two zip lock bags from his pockets and passed them to Stanley.

The latter took a closer look at the contents and narrowed his eyes. “Hair?”

“Yes. This is Mr. Shane’s hair, and this is mine,” Connor lowered his voice and said.

Stanley suddenly realized what was going on. His gentle expression changed just slightly and he probed, “Why? Do you think he’s your father? You want me to conduct a DNA test?”