Natalie laughed out loud and quipped, “Oh, so you do remember that this is your room! For a moment, I thought the only place you call home was the room you shared with Jacqueline.”
“Stop being unreasonable, Natalie. There is nothing between Jacqueline and me,” Shane defended himself with a frown.
“Who are you trying to deceive? Jacqueline goes into your room in the middle of the night, and she regularly visits your apartment. Now you are even back here together. And you’re telling me there is nothing between the two of you? Are you taking me as a fool, Mr. Shane?” Natalie sneered.
Shane’s brows knitted together tightly, and he emphasized, “I’m not lying to you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t wish to fight with you over this. Please leave the room.” Natalie pleaded as she massaged her forehead, sensing a headache coming.
Shane saw her discomfort and got concerned. He hopped over, wanting to comfort her, but he detected a whiff of cologne on her.
It was not his usual minty scent, but rather, an aquatic fresh scent.
It was the scent of another man.
That made him mad with jealousy. He caught hold of her wrist and pushed her onto the bed, demanding, “Tell me, who did you meet?”
“Huh?” Natalie was shocked by his action and puzzled by his question. “What are you saying? I didn’t meet anyone!”
Shane let out a snigger. “How did that man’s cologne end up on you if you didn’t meet anyone?”
Cologne?
Natalie was baffled, so she took a sniff at her own body.
Indeed, there was a faint scent on her. It was the cologne Stanley frequently used.
It was likely transferred onto her clothes when he supported her earlier during her headache episode.
“Well, that’s none of your business.” Natalie turned her face away from him, reluctant to explain any further. She knew if she told him it was Stanley, Shane would be hopping mad, as he greatly disliked that man.
What Natalie did not expect was that Shane would be more infuriated by her silence.
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