Just then, Natalie walked over, holding Connor’s hand in hers.
Natalie nodded at Shane before turning to Jacqueline and greeted her, “Ms. Graham, welcome.”
Seeing how Natalie displayed the lady-of-the-house comportment, Jacqueline lowered her gaze to conceal the jealousy in her eyes and returned with a smile, “Thank you. I thought Ms. Smith will not be pleased to see me here.”
“Not at all.” Natalie shot a gaze at Shane and added, “Shane treats you like his own sister. So as his wife, how can I not welcome you home?”
“Y-You’re right.” Her smile was getting stiffer, and within her heart, it was all gloomy.
Like his own sister?
Who wants to be only a sister?
“Alright, Shane, put Sharon down.” Natalie shifted her attention from Jacqueline altogether and turned to Shane.
As soon as Sharon heard her mommy’s words, her eyes rolled in mischief, and she hugged Shane’s neck even more tightly. “No, I don’t want to come down. I want Daddy to carry me.”
If I come down now, Daddy will hold Ms. Graham’s arms again.
No way.
The sweet scent from Sharon wafted into Shane’s nostrils, making him thaw again. Patting Sharon lightly on her back, he returned, “It’s okay; I’ll carry her.”
“Daddy’s the best.” Sharon pecked softly on Shane’s face in joy.
Seeing as such, Natalie poked lightly on her forehead as she laughed. “You little girl!”
Sharon giggled non-stop and at the same time, she shot another complacent gaze at Jacqueline, who almost jumped at that.
Noticing the fleeting pucker appearing across Jacqueline’s face, Connor gave his sister a thumbs up in secret.
“Alright, let’s not stand outside here. Let’s go in,” Shane suggested.
As he carried Sharon with one hand, he was ready to reach out his other hand to help Jacqueline into the villa.
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