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Natalie was determined to fulfill her promise, even if it exhausted her to the point of not
being able to get out of bed the next morning.
Sure enough, he went hard on her that night.
Perhaps he gave it his all because he knew she did not need to go to the competition hall
for the next three days.
As expected, Natalie could not get out of bed the next morning.
She knew Lina would be teasing her about it.
Thankfully, Natalie had Anders, who could distract Lina a little. Hence, the latter would not
have the time to laugh at Natalie for long like how she did in the past.
“You're awake?” While Natalie was thinking about that, the door was pushed open, and in
came Shane with a tray.
The delicious aroma that came from the tray made Natalie's stomach growl.
Blushing, she rubbed her belly and stared at the tray in Shane's hand.
Seeing that, Shane sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you hungry?”
Natalie hummed and replied with a hoarse voice, “A little.”
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It was only normal for her to sound hoarse and feel hungry after what she went through
last night.
Thankfully, he had carried her into the restroom to clean up after their activities.
Otherwise, her body would be feeling sticky this morning.
“I knew you'd be waking up soon and feeling hungry, so I asked someone to make you
some pumpkin oatmeal,” explained Shane as he put down the tray.
Natalie's eyes gleamed. “Pumpkin oatmeal?” she repeated delightedly.
“I'll help you up.” Shane chuckled at her response while bending over to help her up from
the bed.
Leaning against the bedframe, Natalie took the bowl from him and dug in. “Where are the
kids, by the way?”
Shane was pouring her a glass of water when he heard that. “Connor and Sharon have
gone out to play, with Silas and a few bodyguards watching them. Anders is sunbathing on
the lawn. Lina and the housekeeper are taking care of him.”
Natalie was relieved to hear that. “That's great.”
“And you're in my care,” Shane added when he was done pouring the glass of water.
Rolling her eyes, Natalie chided, “Of course. You're the one who made me like this. You've
got to take responsibility for me.”
“All right.” Shane laughed and nodded before handing her the glass of water. “Here. Drink
some.”
Natalie hummed and put down the bowl to take the glass from him.
It was sweet—the kind of sweetness that was just right. It tasted rather pleasant.
After taking a few sips, Natalie handed him the cup, asking, “Did you add honey to it?”
Shane nodded. “It's good for your throat. It'll help with the recovery process.”
That had Natalie blushing in the next second. “All right. Enough. This is so awkward.”
Shane's words had the ability to lead her imagination to run amok.
Knowing what she meant, Shane laughed and kept quiet.
In the meantime, Natalie continued eating in silence.
Shortly after, something crossed Shane's mind, and he asked, “Oh, do you want to check
on Anders?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You want to go to the lawn now?” Natalie stopped scooping her oatmeal.
With a shake of his head, Shane answered, “No. We can see him without going to the
lawn. Our room has a balcony, and we can see the lawn from there.”
Of course, there was no reason for Natalie to refuse. Immediately, she responded, “Yes. Of
course, I'd like to see him.”
If not for the discomfort she was feeling, she would have gone downstairs to see Anders
instead of hanging out in the room.
Shane stood up. “I'll carry you there.”
“It's okay. I can go there on my own.” Natalie waved him off to stop him from lifting her.
Shane eyed her with an amused smile. “Oh? You can go there on your own? Are you sure
you can walk?”
Natalie straightened her back and answered without hesitation, “Of course, I can.”
“Give it a go, then,” Shane challenged with an arched brow.
“Fine.” Natalie put down her bowl and pulled the blanket away to get off the bed.
The second she moved, her sore muscles protested the movement.
Shane felt bad to see her in such a state. “That's enough. Don't move. I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have provoked you into doing this.”