Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

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Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 560

“That’s good to hear,” Natalie replied, nodding slightly before tightening her grip on the spoon. “So,

when did you get back last night? Also, why was your phone turned off?”

“You called me?” Shane asked, slightly startled.

“Yeah, I called you early in the morning. You weren’t back yet, so I wanted to ask when you’d be home.

But your phone was turned off.”

“Sorry, it was out of battery,” he explained, putting down the glass. “I came home at two in the morning

yesterday. It took four hours for Jacqueline to get out of danger.”

“That long?” Natalie asked, widening her eyes in surprise.

“She drank some hard liquor, which burned her internal organs and even caused bleeding in her

stomach. That’s why it took longer,” he explained.

“I see.” She nodded but did not say anything else.

Shane then handed her a black credit card.

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She looked at him in surprise. “What’s this for?”

Why’s he giving me a card for no reason?

“We just got married yesterday, but I wasn’t home with you because of Jacqueline’s situation. This is

my way of compensating for it. You can buy anything you want,” he said in a slightly apologetic tone.

He really was feeling sorry.

Natalie smiled and pushed the card back to him. “It’s fine. I have money. Besides, I don’t need

anything. If you really want to make up for it, how about you find some time for me one of these days,

and we’ll go on a date. What do you think?”

As it happened, they had never gone on dates like normal couples before.

Looking at the anticipation in her eyes, Shane’s gaze softened, and he nodded in agreement. “Okay,

but you should keep this card anyway. You’re my wife, so you should have it.”

Since he said that, Natalie no longer refused him and kept the card away. “Okay, I’ll help you keep it

safe, then. You can let me know whenever you want it back.”

He hummed in reply.

Just then, Mrs. Wilson came back with the food.

Looking at the plate, a flicker of slyness flashed across Natalie’s eyes. She urged, “Hurry up and eat it.

Mrs. Wilson made it for you specially. It’s good for your health.”

“That’s right, Sir. Eat more,” Mrs. Wilson chimed in as she handed him a fork.

In actuality, she did not know about Natalie’s mischievous intentions. She honestly thought that the dish

was nourishing.

Although Mrs. Wilson could not tell that there was a hint of playfulness in Natalie’s gaze, Shane could.

Instantly, he became wary.

“What is this?” he asked in a deep voice while looking at the plate.

Mrs. Wilson replied, “It’s fried oysters.”

“Fried oysters?” he asked while narrowing his eyes, clearly in disbelief. He picked one up and sniffed it.

Instantly, an indescribable odor hit him, causing him to frown.

“What’s that smell?” he asked, placing the supposed oyster back onto the plate. The disgust on his

face was clear for all to see.

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It’s fishy and smells disgusting. What on earth is this?

“It doesn’t smell good, but it’s a good dish. Take a bite,” Natalie urged again. Her hands were pressed

together as she gave him an encouraging look.

Initially, Shane wanted to refuse. However, when he saw the anticipation in her eyes, he could not bear

to disappoint Natalie. Enduring the unpleasant smell, he bit into it.

Once in his mouth, the weird smell was even more obvious. His expression changed, and he

immediately spat it out into a napkin.

He then hurriedly gulped some water down, trying to wash away the weird taste in his mouth.

However, it was too overbearing. No matter what he did, the taste and smell remained in his mouth. As

soon as he opened his mouth, he could smell it. It upset him, causing his expression to darken.

Natalie could not help but laugh out loud as she watched him. She laughed so hard that tears had

formed in her eyes. The previous night’s grievances at him going to see Jacqueline had also dissipated

then.

He glanced at her but could not bear to scold her. Eventually, he turned to Mrs. Wilson and asked

coldly, “What exactly did you cook for me?”

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