Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 459

Upon hearing that, Shane’s thin lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

Thus, Silas continued persuading him, suggesting, “So, why don’t try confessing your feelings for Ms. Smith again, Mr. Shane? Who knows, you might succeed this time!”

At this, Shane dipped his eyes, seemingly contemplating the matter.

A long moment later, he lifted his head and looked at the building in front of him, his gaze profound. “We’ll see how it goes tonight. Drive.”

“Understood,” Silas replied.

Meanwhile, in the studio, Natalie stood on the balcony in her office, looking down. It was only when she saw the Bentley downstairs drive away did she return to her table with her hands over her burning face and sat down.

In reality, she had gotten used to being with him after all the time they had been spending together in the past few days. Most importantly, he had always appeared whenever she was in trouble and protected her, so she wanted to try dating him.

But I’m just not certain whether he understood that I’m agreeing to date him by kissing him.

“Nat!” Joyce barged in while she was still engrossed in her thoughts.

All at once, Natalie straightened and dropped her hands from her face. Sitting upright, she stared at Joyce. “What’s the matter?”

Joyce squinted in suspicion. “That’s my line. You hastily adjusted your posture when I came in, and your face is even flushed red as though you’d done something wrong. Don’t tell me you’ve been doing something reprehensible just now?”

“Of course not!” Natalie shot daggers at her. “Alright. Why are you looking for me?”

“Here. These are the monthly drafts sketched by the designers. Take a look and see which ones have to be amended.” Joyce handed her the stack of design blueprints in her hands.

Natalie reached out and took them. “Okay, thank you.”

“Also, there’s another thing.” Joyce propped her hands against Natalie’s table.

Hearing that, Natalie lifted her eyes and looked at her. “What is it?”

“A fashion magazine is having a selection for their cover outfit design. Shall we participate as well?” Joyce inquired.

As Natalie sifted through the blueprints, she asked, “What magazine is that?”

“Beauty Fashion. It’s a mid-level fashion magazine in the fashion industry,” Joyce answered with a shrug.

A so-called mid-level magazine meant that it couldn’t be all that bad even if it wasn’t considered good. Generally, it was graced by slightly popular models and C or D-list celebrities.