The kids are here, and it is not right to discuss these matters in front of them.
Sally was smart and deciphered Natalie’s message and hint right away. The former giggled amusingly, then nodded to tell Natalie that she got the message. After that, Sally dropped the topic.
They reached Astoria a few hours later.
Sally got off the plane and stood next to the stairs when she bade Natalie goodbye. “I’ll be leaving now, Nat,” said Sally.
“Okay,” replied Natalie while nodding.
Sally let go of her luggage and took a step forward with her arms open. She wanted to give Natalie a hug.
Shane turned grouchy when he saw that and pulled Natalie aside immediately.
Sally ended up hugging the air. She stared blankly at the grouchy man in front of her and instantly understood that he was jealous. He wasn’t going to let Sally give Natalie a hug.
Sally grinned awkwardly at Shane, then put her arms down before taking a step back.
Shane only let Natalie go when he noted that Sally had received his message.
Natalie grinned exasperatedly at Sally and apologized, “Sorry, Sal. H-he’s a little possessive.”
I never knew that he would even be jealous of women hugging me.
Even Silas, who was babysitting the kids, felt embarrassed about that.
A little possessive?
Shane shifted his attention and stared at the woman standing beside him.
So that’s how she sees me? As a possessive man?
Despite that thought, Shane never refuted Natalie’s words.
Sally smiled, waved at Natalie, and said, “It’s fine. That shows that Mr. Shane really cares about you, Nat. That is the only explanation to why he doesn’t like the idea of others getting close to you. I understand where he’s coming from.”
Hearing that got Shane to shoot a look at Sally. His gaze was finally friendlier.
That got Sally to sigh a breath of relief instinctively. She also tapped her chest secretly to calm herself down.
That hostile gaze had finally subsided.
Geez, I was just going to give Nat a friendly hug. Was it really necessary for him to glare at me like that? I could practically feel his gaze stabbing through me. I’d better flee. The last thing I want is to be the third wheel.
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