Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 74

Jasmine was very moody throughout dinner. The other attendees were wary of her mood, so they refrained from expressing their feelings, and they dined with repressed emotions. Natalie was the only one who seemed to be having a good time.

When she had more or less eaten her fill, she got up to use the restroom.

She was right outside the door to the restroom when a looming figure sprang out of the men's side, grabbed her by the wrist, and pushed her against the wall.

The unexpected turn of events startled Natalie. She was just about to scream when the man covered her mouth.

"Shush. Do not make a sound. Help me out here, or I'll kill you!" The man threatened her in a hoarse voice.

Natalie's pupils shrank. She dared not to move and nodded incessantly.

The man curled his lips, satisfied with her obedience. He then buried his head into her neck and imitated the gesture of kissing her.

Right then, two sets of footsteps sounded from a short distance away, followed by speaking voices.

"Keep looking! He must still be nearby. You go check the front. I'll search the restroom."

"Right!"

The voices fell, and the footsteps dispersed.

Natalie could hear one of the footsteps slowly approaching them. As they got closer and closer, her body stiffened.

The man felt her tension and proceeded to pinch the right side of her neck. "Relax. If I'm discovered because of you, believe it or not, I'll take you down with me."

Upon hearing this, Natalie found herself lose the strength in her legs as they went weak.

The man seized the opportunity to hold her tight, letting her lie in his arms.

From an outsider's point of view, their actions would resemble that of a couple in love flirting outside the restroom.

Because of this, the advancing set of footsteps passed them by and left straight away without interrupting them.

Finally, the man released Natalie.

It was only then Natalie able to take a good look at him.

The man was quite handsome, with an air of nobility about him. The clothes on him bore not a single brand label, but that didn't stop them from looking stylish. It was obvious they were high-end customized goods, which meant that the man wearing them was surely not the average Joe.

While Natalie was busy sizing him up, the man was doing the same to her.

When his eyes fell on her face, the man's light brown pupils sparkled with delight, if only for a fleeting moment.

"Thanks for that. Can I get your name, miss? Allow me to repay you when I get a chance." Sean Thompson extended a hand out to Natalie, seeking acquaintance.

But Natalie merely dusted her clothes, showing no interest in shaking hands with him as she spoke flatly, "No, I don't think we'll be seeing each other anyway."

For someone of his complicated background to be chased down by other people, he must be a security risk. She would be a fool to befriend him.

With that thought, Natalie turned away, walking past Sean, and left the scene.

Sean stroked his chin as he watched her go, eyeing her back like a predator checking out its prey until she disappeared. The woman had aroused his interest.

By the time Natalie returned to the booth, Jasmine was gone. Natalie inquired the designer beside her about Jasmine's disappearance, who told her that Jasmine had left the premises after receiving a call. She looked pale, but no one knew what that was about!

Since the protagonist was no longer around, the rest of the group did not intend to stay long. They quickly filled their stomachs and left the hotel one after another.

The next day, Natalie was summoned to the conference room for a meeting the moment she arrived at the company. She was at the door when she met Shane and Silas, who also came to attend the meeting. "Mr. Shane," Natalie greeted him.

Shane, too, did not expect to replace her here. He was just about to respond when he saw the red mark on her neck. His pupils abruptly shrank, and his mood shifted in an instant.

Who had she spent the night with? Was it Stanley? Or some other guy?

Silas caught Shane staring at Natalie with a ghastly look on his face. Puzzled, the assistant asked, "Mr. Shane, is something the matter?"

Shane did not reply. He looked away and stepped into the conference room, his face dark and brooding.

Silas glanced at Natalie in confusion. His gut was telling him that the woman had something to do with Shane's listlessness. He did not dwell on it and decided to trail after Shane.

At the meeting, Natalie stood in front of the multimedia projector screen, presenting to the senior executives. She talked about her upcoming garment-making process, as well as her ideas for the catwalk.