Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 134

It did not help that the scent of her body wash was curling into his nose, teasing his senses.

He was not unfamiliar with the smell. After all, this was the mint body wash he always used.

She had obviously used his body wash when she had taken her shower just now.

Yet, he found that he was not mad that she had touched his things. On the contrary, he felt an almost visceral sense of approval and satisfaction.

While he was deep in thought, Natalie finished drying her hair. She crouched down and reached under the table, intending on unplugging the hairdryer. She would return it to the bedside cabinet. Shane suddenly slammed his feet against the floor, causing him and his chair to slide nearly two meters away from her.

Natalie was surprised at his abrupt movement. "Mr. Shane, is something wrong?"

Why do I get the feeling he was trying to escape from me?

Shane crossed his legs and adjusted his suit so they hid a certain part of his body from her view. Only then did he answer gruffly, "No. Just put down the hairdryer. I'll keep it myself later."

"Okay." Natalie was completely oblivious to his strange behavior. She nodded and placed the hairdryer on his desk. "Mr. Shane, thanks a lot. If you hadn't brought me here to clean myself up, I would still be a disgusting mess right now."

He did not meet her gaze as he replied, "It's nothing. I know about your meeting with Aunt Catherine. As her relative, it makes sense for me to clean up her mess, especially since she threw coffee on you." "You know about our meeting?" She paused before an embarrassed look appeared on her face. "Mr. Shane, does that mean you know everything I said to Mrs. Thompson?

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes."

Smacking her forehead, she hurriedly explained, "Mr. Shane, please don't believe what Mrs. Thompson says. I didn't really mean what I said; it was all meant to anger her. I swear I never thought about doing those things either."

Shane pursed his lips.

When he had gotten that call earlier, he already knew what she said were all lies. Nonetheless, it still made him upset to hear the truth coming from her lips.

As for why he was upset, he refused to think about it.

"I know. My Aunt Catherine only came to replace you because of Sean getting hurt. She won't do it again. I've already informed my Uncle Sam and he'll keep an eye on her." He stuck his hands in his pockets and stood up.

Natalie sighed in relief. "That's good."

"Let's go. It's time for the meeting." With that said, he strode for the door.

Making sure her hair was presentable, Natalie hastened to follow him.

On the way to the conference room, something kept niggling at Natalie. It was like she had forgotten something.

She patted through her pockets but did not replace anything missing.

Am I just imagining it?

Since she could not figure it out, she put the matter out of her mind. Shaking her head to clear it of all these thoughts, she mentally prepared herself before entering the conference room.

By the time the meeting finished, it was already mid-afternoon.

Natalie busied herself at the design department for another two hours before it was time to get off work.

Today, she did not immediately return to the apartment after picking up the kids. Instead, she headed for the studio.

Joyce bustled over to greet them after having been informed by her assistant of their arrival. "Nat, what are you doing here?"

Natalie shooed the kids off to play by themselves before hooking her arm through Joyce's. As they walked off, she said, "I came over to see how things were going and also to ask you about the lawsuit with Jasminum.”

"The court has already processed it and sent a summons to them. However..." Joyce's expression darkened.

A stern look appeared on Natalie's face. "What is it?"

Joyce gritted her teeth and spat out, "Jasminum refused the summons and sent it back."

"What?" Natalie knitted her brows. "Jasmine really does have some guts to actually refuse a court summons!"

"I know, right?" Joyce poured her a glass of water. "She gave a reason for her refusal though."

"Which is?" Natalie accepted the glass.

Pulling out a chair, Joyce sat down and answered, "What else? She denied stealing our designs and deliberately making things difficult for us."

At that, Natalie laughed. "She's as sly as ever, I see!"

"Yeah!" Joyce nodded in agreement. "I've never met such a shameless person before!"

Natalie took a gulp of water as she pondered what to do. "Have the court send her another summons."

"Again?" Joyce was taken aback at her suggestion. "What if she refuses it again?"