Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 138

Silas was puzzled by his words. "But didn't you say this morning that you won't be going?"

"Hmm?" Shane turned to glare at his assistant with his brows snapped together.

Meeting his boss' frigid gaze, he touched the tip of his nose and changed the topic right away. "Okay, I'll let Dr. Baker know."

While speaking, he promptly took his phone out.

Only then Shane averted his gaze.

At night, Natalie picked the two kids up from the kindergarten and went home. After tucking them in, she hailed a cab to Scarlet Lounge.

When she arrived, Stanley was already sitting at a table.

Natalie walked over to him. "Stanley, sorry that I'm late. There was quite a bit of traffic on my way here," she said apologetically.

Helping the woman put her handbag aside, Stanley smiled at her. "It's okay. I've just arrived too. Take a seat."

"Mmm..." Natalie responded, straightening the hem of her skirt before sitting down. Realizing that there were only the two of them, she looked at him and asked, "Is Joyce not here yet?" The corner of Stanley's lips turned down slightly, and his smile faded a little. Looking down, he answered, "She just texted me, saying that she has something to do, so she can't make it tonight." "That's too bad." Natalie felt disappointed, but she didn't think too much.

With a smile, Stanley passed her a menu. "Let's order. Take a look and see if there's anything you'd like to eat."

"Okay, thank you." She took the menu from him and flipped it open.

After picking three dishes, she handed the menu back to him.

Glancing through the menu, the man didn't order any food but a bottle of Louis XIII.

Seeing that, Natalie became worried. "Stanley, I don't think we should drink. I heard that alcohol affects the stability of our hands. You're a doctor and often need to perform surgeries. What if....." "Never mind. I'm very happy today, so it's fine to have a couple of drinks." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Natalie had no choice but to let him be.

Soon after, the dishes and the wine were served.

Opening the bottle, Stanley poured two glasses of wine and gently pushed one of them toward Natalie.

She picked the wine glass up and clinked it against his. Tilting her head back, she downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp.

Louis XIII was one of the strongest among all the well-known wines, and its flavor was overwhelming. After only one glass, Natalie's face turned beet red, and her eyes became dewy.

Stanley saw it, and the corner of his lips twitched up inconspicuously behind his wine glass.

Oblivious to his reaction, Natalie took a sip of water to tone down the alcoholic taste in her mouth. Afterward, she took a small, delicate gift box out of her bag. "Stanley, this is a gift for your papers." Never did he expect that Natalie had prepared a gift for him. He couldn't help but freeze in astonishment.

In the next second, the man regained his composure and put on his usual gentle smile as he unwrapped the gift.

In the box was an expensive watch. Though it wasn't of a high-end brand, it still cost a bomb.

Immediately, he took his own watch off and put on the new watch Natalie gave him. Swaying his wrist, he said to her, "Thanks, Nat. I really like it."

"I'm glad that you like it." Natalie nodded joyfully.

Stanley then poured her another glass of wine.

Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor of the restaurant, a tall and short figures were looking down at them in front of a window.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." the short man suddenly said to the taller one beside him. "Shane, Stanley seems to have an ulterior motive."

With his lips pressed together, Shane did not reply, but it didn't bother the short man.

Rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger, Jackson added, "Look, he ordered a bottle of Louis XIII. He hasn't finished drinking the one glass himself, but he never stops refilling Natalie's glass. I bet he wants to get her drunk so he can do whatever he wants with her."

Hearing his friend's words, Shane's hands, which were on the windowsill, clenched tightly all of a sudden. The atmosphere around him turned chilly.

Looking at the man beside him, Jackson thought of how unusually attentive he was to Natalie. And his heart grew heavy. "Shane, are you really..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Shane turned around abruptly and marched toward the door of the private room.

Jackson gaped at him in shock. "Shane, where are you going?"

The man ignored him, opened the door, and darted out of the room.

Helplessly, Jackson rubbed his chubby face. He grumbled to himself while running after his friend.