Stanley gazed upon the couple standing across from him. With an ominous glint across his eyes, he commented, “Natalie, I’m relieved to see how well you and Shane are doing.”
“Thank you.” Natalie beamed. “Stanley,” she added. “What are you doing here?”
“Here’s what happened. “I’ve accepted a request to perform surgery on a member of the royal family. I am here tonight at this party as his guest,” Stanley explained, with a smile that displayed his teeth. “It’s such a coincidence running into you here, Nat.”
Natalie’s mouth hung open in amazement. “Surgery? Stanley, does that mean that your treatment has finished?”
“Hey, what treatment? Dr. Quinn isn’t even sick! That wasn’t an illness!” Annie retorted coldly, apparently displeased at Natalie’s remark.
Shane gazed at Annie with his eyes narrowed into slits. “If mental disorders are not classified as being illnesses, pray tell me what is it that you would consider an illness?”
“I…” Annie stammered. It was not only Shane’s status that had frightened her, but his assertiveness as well.
Not daring to attempt to refute a statement as bold as that, she lapsed into a sulky silence.
“That’s enough, Annie.” Shane pulled Annie’s arm as she trotted back to his side obediently. “Mr. Thompson is right. I am indeed ill.”
Natalie did the same. She squeezed Shane arm to hush him.
However, she was secretly delighted that Shane had leaped to her rescue at Annie’s attempt to belittle her.
Stanley waited for everybody to settle down before speaking again. “My treatment had ended half a month ago. I’ve been declared fit to return to my work.”
“I see.” Natalie nodded. “As it had been concluded some time ago, why have you not returned to J City sooner?”
“It’s because of this particular surgery,” Stanley answered. “I will only return after I’m done with that.”
Shane pursed his lips at that news.
Stanley noticed his expression. “Mr. Thompson, are you not looking forward to my return?” he queried with a polite smile.
“Yes,” Shane replied bluntly.
“And why is that?” Stanley asked, his smile unfaltering. “Could you be worried that I may have plans to woo Natalie again?”
Shane’s scowl darkened. The atmosphere between the four was thick with tension. “Even so,” he sneered. “There’s nothing you can do. She is my wife.”
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