Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 814

“Oh, really? Do you actually think I’d buy your bullsh*t?” said Joyce as she crossed her arms. “Want to know what I think? I think you sent that photo to Nat as a taunt because you wanted to mock her. Also, you claimed that Shane forced himself on you. How is that even possible?”

Joyce checked the woman out and dissed, “Seriously, why don’t you take a look at yourself in the mirror? Your hair is such a mess that it looks like crawling earthworms. Men would have nightmares at the mere sight of it. Why would they force themselves on you? Besides, if Shane really wanted to sleep with you, he would’ve done it ages ago. There’s no need to wait until now.”

Silas, who was recording the entire thing, chimed in, “She’s right.”

Jacqueline looked away to hide her grimace. The way Joyce described her hair had truly stung Jacqueline.

The fact that she was almost bald and that there were scars left on her head after the surgery was her sore spot.

That woman actually had the guts to bring that up!

Jacqueline made a mental note to get back at Joyce for that, but she kept her act intact. Immediately, she shook her head and hand in denial as she explained, “That’s not it. I am telling the truth. Shane was drugged at the party, and I rescued him from someone, but he later mistook me as Ms. Smith, so he…”

Jacqueline blushed when she reached that part of the story. She acted as though it took her a lot of courage to continue, “I didn’t have the strength to free myself. When Shane was done, I sent Ms. Smith the photo right away to tell her that I was not the one who started it all.”

“Oh, by the sound of it, it seems like you really don’t want to sleep with Mr. Shane, huh?” scoffed Joyce.

Jacqueline nodded and replied, “I am Jackie’s girlfriend, so naturally, I want to stay loyal to him.”

“Oh, that’s a nice story. Still, if you didn’t want to sleep with Mr. Shane, you could’ve shouted and asked for help. There were so many people in the hotel, and someone would definitely have heard you if you had shouted. Even if, by some miracle, you couldn’t shout, you could still call for help. Did you do any of that?” challenged Joyce.

“M-My cell phone was not with me at that time,” answered Jacqueline as she bit her lip.

“Oh, you didn’t have your cell phone? I guess that’s yet another coincidence, huh?” mocked Joyce before she rolled her eyes at Jacqueline.

The latter had her head down and didn’t say anything.