Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 31

The manager was really grateful that this gentleman and the lady were so easy to deal with.

“Forget about the doctor. I’ve already called for one.”

As Shane finished speaking, a lax-sounding voice echoed from behind, “Shane, who’s the wounded one you’ve just mentioned?”

Natalie turned towards the voice and saw a baby-faced young man approaching.

He was clad in bright-colored casual outfits, with curly hair and a cheeky smile that revealed his protruding upper canines, causing him to appear very cute.

The word “cute” might not be an appropriate adjective to normally describe a man, yet in his instance, it was an absolutely apt description that matched his look.

In fact, the word “cute” was probably made just for him.

Natalie kept staring at the man, who turned out to be none other than Jackson Baker, with an unflinching look – something that caught Shane’s sight as well.

Noticing her intent stare at the other guy, Shane’s gaze darkened as his heart felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

“Ah, this person,” Connor blinked in surprise when he saw Jackson.

Turned out this mister was a doctor.

“Look, look! That’s the weird man who stopped us outside the restroom.” Sharon recognized Jackson as well.

She had already stopped crying, but she could not speak clearly and stuttered slightly since she cried too much just now.

“Yes, it’s him. But he’s not some strange man. He’s with Mr. Shane earlier.” Connor pointed out to her.

Jackson heard his voice and turned towards him. As he was about to utter his greetings, he saw Natalie standing beside him.

With a mere glance, Jackson was stunned.

“Have I met you somewhere before?” Jackson asked, narrowing his eyes, as he focused on Natalie, “You look so familiar, methinks.”

Natalie also looked at him curiously and shook her head, “But mister, I don’t know you at all.”

“Really, are you sure you don’t? Take a closer look,” Jackson pointed at his nose and brought his face closer to hers.

Leaning backward awkwardly, Natalie could only utter, “Mister, I never meet you before. Really.”

After all, she had been blessed with a good memory since her childhood. If she had seen him somewhere, surely she would have remembered.

“Nigh impossible,” Jackson furrowed his brows deeply as he rummaged through his own memory.

He had genuinely thought that this woman before him looked really familiar.

He just could not recall where he had seen her.

“Connor, why does this mister keep asking Mommy if she knows him? Does he like our Mommy and wants to be our father?” Sharon whispered curiously to Connor who was right beside her, as she stared at Jackson intently.

She could never forget about those blond-haired misters while living abroad in the past. This was how they used to flirt with Mommy, before offering to marry Mommy and to become her father. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Connor rubbed his chin as his gaze scanned Jackson from top to bottom before replying, “I don’t want him as our father. He doesn’t give me that sense of security at all. I still prefer Mr. Shane to be our father.”

Meanwhile, Shane was standing behind the two children. Overhearing their conversation, a discreet smile stretched across his face as he felt inexplicably gleeful.

“I also like Mr. Shane. In fact, he looks like you, Connor,” Sharon noted as she sucked on her thumb.

Her casual remark had no particular intention, however to a listener, it sounded suspicious.

Connor’s IQ was far above those of his same age. He had always suspected that his and Sharon’s biological father was somewhere in the country.

After all, he had once overheard unintentionally his mommy’s conversation with Uncle Stanley. He asked her if she ever wanted to search for their biological father upon their return to the country.

She had replied to him, saying that she did not know who was the children’s biological father. Since Mr. Shane bore the same look like him, could it be possible that he was their real father?

Thinking of this possibility, Connor glanced cautiously at Shane, his eyeballs were rolling around in an ominous way.

No, I have to find a way to get Mr. Shane’s DNA sample.

Then, I would have to wait for Uncle Stanley to come back to help with the paternity test.

Meanwhile, over at the side, Jackson had checked the wound on Natalie and was currently bandaging it.

After the bandage was securely done, he handed a business card over and advised, “Be careful not to expose the wound to water for few days. This is the address of my hospital. Do drop in tomorrow to change the dressing and get a tetanus jab.”

“Aight. I understand. Thank you Dr. Baker,” Natalie said as she took the business card with both hands.

Taking a few tissues and wiping his hands, Jackson noticed Connor alongside Sharon and proceeded to ask, “Are you their mother?”