Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

"Here." Connor touched his own tummy, giving Natalie a pathetic look. "It feels swollen."

Natalie poked his forehead with her fingertip and remarked, "You deserve it. See if you dare to take seafood again in the future!"

"It's Mr. Shane." Connor pointed at Shane. "He's the one who let me eat it."

Shane looked at him with raised eyebrows but in the end, he took the blame. "He's right. It was me."

"That's enough, Mr. Shane. You don't need to cover up for him. Don't I know this rascal enough? He made you bring him to eat that." Natalie pinched Connor's cheeks. Connor stuck out his tongue.

At exactly this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Before Natalie could give any instructions, the caretaker had already walked over to open the door.

A man in a white coat came in. Upon seeing Shane, the man broke into a wide and infectious grin as he exclaimed, "Shane, you are really here!"

Shane did not even glance at him; the former was quite obviously showing that he was not enthusiastic about this visitor's presence.

It was Natalie who reacted in surprise. "Dr. Baker?"

She recognized him as the doll-faced doctor who had bandaged her at Starlight Restaurant.

"Hi, how are you guys doing?" Jackson took his eyes off Shane and addressed the mother and her son.

Smiling, Natalie replied, "How about you, Dr. Baker? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to see him," Jackson replied, pouting his lips at Shane.

Natalie gave a nod despite feeling puzzled. How does he know that Shane is here?

Jackson seemed to know what she was thinking and explained with a smile, "This is one of the Baker family's hospitals. A doctor spotted Shane and told me about it." "Oh, I see." Natalie began to understand.

"What do you want from me?" Shane cast a sidelong glance at Jackson.

Jackson's countenance changed and he looked serious. "You asked me to recommend a brain surgeon, and I think I have the right one for you."

Shane's eyes narrowed. "Whom do you recommend?"

"His name is Stanley Quinn!"

It's him?

Shane's gaze turned gloomy and he pursed his lips.

Jackson did not notice the change in Shane's expression and he continued enthusiastically, "This Dr. Quinn is a first-class brain surgeon. He is well-known abroad and has never failed in any operations before. If Jacqueline's operation is performed by him, it will definitely be successful."

Connor whispered, "Mommy, Mr. Shane and Dr. Baker are talking about Uncle Stanley."

Natalie stroked her head. "Yes, they are."

Though they spoke softly, Jackson overheard them.

Surprised, he turned to them. "You know Stanley?"

"Yes, we do." Connor nodded his little head.

Natalie smiled and said, "Yes, he and I are close..."

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. Giving Shane a subconscious glance, she corrected herself. "He's my husband."

Shane's face fell; he felt rather upset.

Why is she so fond of using such a hypocritical man as Stanley as a shield?

"What? Stanley is your husband? He was the one who e"

"Shut up!" Before Jackson could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Shane.

Jackson stopped speaking. It was only then that he realized he had nearly told someone in the face that she had eloped years ago.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry. I was just too surprised; I hope I didn't upset you." Embarrassed, Jackson smiled shyly at Natalie.

Natalie shook her head gently, "No, I'm fine. Didn't you say something about e...?"

"Oh... did I?" Jackson looked at the ceiling, pretending to have forgotten.

"You did!" Connor looked at him with a smile.

Jackson twitched the corner of his lips.

Damn it, how dare you expose me, kid!

Indeed, those who look like Shane are not at all likeable.

"That's enough. You, come with me!" Shane got up and started walking out of the room. Jackson made some funny faces at Connor and then followed Shane out of the room.