Besides, even if there were no longer any romantic feelings left, obsession could still remain. It was this obsession that was the trickiest to deal with.
Shane closed the door behind Natalie, then crossed over to the driver’s seat. “Where to?”
“To the studio,” Natalie announced, fastening her seatbelt.
Shane started the car and drove off.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the studio.
Natalie waved and sent Shane off with a fond look. She only turned away when the car had vanished into the distance, then walked towards the entrance.
Joyce teased Natalie as she walked into the studio. “Who’s this youthful-looking person?”
Natalie merely gave her a look and continued making her way to her office. She hung her bag onto the rack and slumped onto her chair.
Joyce followed Natalie in. She stood before Natalie’s desk and remarked jovially, “Nat, I just saw Mr. Shane send you here! You even kissed him. Are you…”
“Quiet, quiet!” Natalie hurriedly raised a finger to her lips, cutting short Joyce’s probing.
Joyce leaped up, having confirmed her suspicions. “No way! How can we keep quiet about something as big as this? It’s time for you to treat me to a meal, Nat. Didn’t we agree that the first person to get into a relationship would treat the other to a meal?”
Natalie chuckled. “Fine, I’ll treat you to a meal.”
“This is not bad,” Joyce said, satisfied.
Natalie turned on her computer and said, “By the way, please don’t tell anyone that Mr. Shane and I are dating. Don’t even tell my mom or Stanley. Don’t tell Stanley in particular; I’m afraid that he may get overly agitated.”
Stanley was obsessed with Natalie.
If he caught wind of Natalie and Shane dating, his condition would surely be aggravated along with his mood. As for her mom, Natalie preferred to wait until she came back to tell her.
“Don’t you worry! My lips are sealed,” Joyce promised cheerfully. The look in her eyes, however, was rather dismal.
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