“We’re not Daddy’s biological children…” As though she had been struck by lightning, clouds of gloom hang over her adorable and pretty little face. “I understood now. I’ll not say anything like not allowing Ms. Graham to move in anymore.”
“It’s okay. I don’t like Ms. Graham either.” Connor took his sister into his arms. “When Ms. Graham moved in, we can just ignore her.”
“Sure.” Sharon gave him a firm nod.
The children’s response pained Natalie.
She couldn’t help but reflect if her decision to conceal the truth from the children was right at all.
Should I reveal it to them in advance? In that way, Sharon and Connor wouldn’t feel inferior anymore just because they aren’t Shane’s biological children.
Just as Natalie was hesitant, a commotion broke out in the living room.
“What’s happening?” Connor asked in puzzlement.
Natalie shook her head. “I don’t know either. You continue having your meal, and I shall go take a look.”
With that, she got up and headed to the living room.
She came to the living room just to find several people carrying a few luggage as they walked in whereas Mrs. Wilson was standing at the side, giving them instructions to carry the luggage upstairs.
“Mrs. Wilson,” Natalie called out to her.
Mrs. Wilson paused and turned around to Natalie. “Madam.”
“These are…” Natalie pointed at the luggage in their arms.
With a sigh, Mrs. Wilson returned, “It’s all because of that Jacqueline. These are all her luggage. Isn’t she moving in? She’s having people moving her luggage beforehand.”
“I see.” Natalie squeezed her fingers.
Jacqueline wouldn’t be discharged until next week, but she’s already moving her stuff here.
She really can’t wait, huh?
Natalie wasn’t in the mood to continue watching them move the luggage, so she returned to the dining room.
Connor looked at her as he asked, “Mommy, what’s happening outside?”
Natalie told him the truth without hiding anything.
After listening to her, Connor didn’t say anything, but Sharon snorted in irritation.
The dinner ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.
Natalie cringed a little. “Alright now, let go of me. My hair isn’t dry yet.”
“Let me help you.”
With that, his huge palm took the hairdryer from her and turned it on, starting to blow her hair dry for her.
As though afraid of hurting her, his movements were very gentle.
Lying meekly on his chest, Natalie let him move his fingers about her head.
Soon, her hair was completely dry.
Shane put down the hairdryer.
Just as Natalie was about to put the hairdryer away, Shane turned her body over abruptly to face him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to kiss you.” Shane looked at her with a deep gaze.
Considering that she had indeed neglected him over the past few days due to the incident with her mother, Natalie stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck before she proceeded with taking the initiative to kiss him.
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