“Are you sure?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Natalie nodded. “It must be. It isn’t painful or itchy. I don’t think there’s another reason besides indigestion. Okay, Darling, go to sleep.”
She then shook his arm as she acted coquettishly.
Shane’s heart melted instantly. “Okay. But if your stomach still doesn’t feel well tomorrow, you must see a doctor.”
“Uh-huh,” she replied, hurriedly nodding her head.
After he got into bed, he pulled her head onto his chest, then kissed her forehead. “Okay, go to sleep.”
“Goodnight,” she replied while shifting around to find a more comfortable position. Only then did she finally close her eyes.
That night, she had good dreams.
During breakfast the next day, Mrs. Wilson went over with an invitation card and handed it to Shane.
Natalie immediately recognized it. “That’s for the princess’s coming-of-age ceremony.”
He flipped through it and said, “Her brother gave it to me.”
“Right. You have business with her brother, so he’ll definitely invite you,” she replied as she sipped on her milk.
He then put the card aside and asked, “You received it too?”
“Yeah, I got it yesterday,” she smiled and replied, “We can go together then.”
“Sure.”
Jacqueline, who was sitting by the side, realized that she could not participate in their conversation. Thus, she grabbed tightly onto the fork. However, it was not as if she had to speak.
After all, her status was different. She was Jackson’s girlfriend. Hence, it would not be polite if she still spoke as freely as she did before.
It doesn’t matter. I won’t be using my status as his girlfriend for long anyway.
After breakfast, Natalie and Shane brought the two children out and began a new day of work.
Half a month soon passed, meaning that the princess’ coming-of-age ceremony was coming close.
Natalie and Lina sent the dress and jewelry over, and the princess happily tried them on. They suited her very well. Thus, that night, she brought the dress and jewelry back to her country.
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