Natalie was very conscious of the change in Shane. “Why are you…”
“What now?” Shane gazed down at her with amusement.
Natalie avoided his eyes, still red in the face. “Nothing. We should get a move on.”
Shane chuckled softly and made haste toward the bathroom. Placing her in the tub, he then proceeded to turn on the faucets.
When the water level was satisfactory, he disrobed and climbed right in with Natalie.
It was a spacious tub. The couple could stretch out comfortably and still had ample space left. Natalie did not kick him out, but allowed him to hold her in his arms as they soaked placidly in the warm bath.
After almost half an hour, the water began to turn cold. It was then that the couple climbed out to tidy up and got dressed.
Shane led Natalie to the hotel’s restaurant. As soon as they entered, Joyce was waving them over. “Nat! Mr. Thompson! Over here!”
Natalie waved in response. “Darling, let’s sit with Joyce.”
Shane stood where he was, casting a cold glare at Joyce’s direction.
Joyce’s cheery smile froze on her face. Why is he staring at me like that? Did I do something wrong?
Natalie had sensed Shane’s displeasure with Joyce too. In a split second, she had deduced the cause of it. “Are you still jealous of Joyce from yesterday?” she laughed, shaking her head.
“No, I’m not.” Shane looked away.
Natalie did not believe a word of that reply. “Fine, we can have our own table. We don’t have to sit with Joyce.”
Shane grunted noncommittedly, as he strode off in search for one.
Natalie was in no hurry. In a couple of gestures, she had conveyed their intentions to Joyce from afar before running off after Shane.
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