Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 133

“Huh?” Natalie uttered dumbly.

When she still did not move, Shane frowned. “What are you standing around for? We still have a meeting
later.”

“Oh yes!” At the mention of the meeting, Natalie snapped out of her daze. She left for the room with the
bag of clothes.

Stepping inside, she took a deep breath of the refreshing smell of mint. It abruptly dawned on her that
this was Shane’s room.

I’m going to take a shower in his room!

She glanced back at the shut door of the room and blushed.

Nevertheless, the stickiness on her body served to calm her down quickly enough. She took a deep
breath, pushed the thought out of her mind, and headed for the bathroom.

The sound of water splashing down drifted over from the private room. Shane, who had been in the
middle of reviewing some documents, suddenly stopped writing. His eyes slid over to stare at the room.

After a moment, he leaped to his feet. Tugging at his tie with agitated movements, he yanked open his
desk drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes. With that in hand, he stalked over to the balcony.

The cool breeze caressing his hot face was like a balm to his nerves. He massaged his temples, only
just managing to calm himself down.

A short while later, Natalie finished her shower and exited the room. She noted the empty office and
wondered if Shane had already left. Out of a sudden, the office door was pushed open.

Silas entered with a document. “Mr. Shane, about the first half of the year – “



Before he could finish, he noticed Natalie standing by the couch. The woman was currently drying her
hair with a towel. Silas’ eyes brightened in shock while his glasses nearly slid off his nose. “Ms. Smith,
what are you doing here? You…”

The water droplets dripping from her hair along with the damp look of her skin were obvious indicators
that she had just finished showering.

She took a shower in Mr. Shane’s office. Does that mean that they…

Silas gasped silently, utterly dumbfounded at the thought.

Natalie shot him a puzzled look. “Mr. Campbell, what’s wrong with you?”

He snapped out of his shock and instantly had a change in attitude. In a tone a lot more polite than
before, he replied, “I’m fine, Ms. Smith. Where’s Mr. Shane?”

Right as Natalie was about to answer that she did not know, the sliding door to the balcony opened.
Shane stepped back into his office and asked, “What is it?”

The distinctive smell of cigarette smoke wafting from him had Silas certain that he had guessed right.

After having sex, men like to smoke while women like to take a shower.

Mr. Shane and Ms. Smith must have done it in the office!

Inwardly, Silas was reeling with shock from the revelation. Despite that, his expression was as calm as
ever as he pushed his glasses up his nose. “It’s like this. I just came over from the Data Processing
Department. The sales data for the first half of the year doesn’t seem right. I thought it best to report this
to you.”

“Okay. Leave it on my desk; I’ll take a look later.” Shane nodded.



Silas placed the document on Shane’s desk. “Then I’ll be taking my leave, Mr. Shane.”

He did not even wait for Shane’s response before he fled out of the office.

Natalie watched him go, absolutely bewildered. “Is it just me or was Mr. Campbell acting a little
strangely?”

Shane did not agree or disagree with her as he made his way to his desk.

Setting down the towel, Natalie tried to comb her fingers through her damp hair.

Her hair was incredibly long and abundant. Presently, it was weighted down with water and hung on her
head heavily, making her feel really uncomfortable.

Shane was flipping through the document Silas left behind when he noticed her frustration from the
corner of his eyes. His lips quirked into a barely noticeable smile. “There’s a hairdryer in the bedside
cabinet in the room.”

“Great!” Natalie’s eyes lit up at the news. She spun around and disappeared back into his room, clearly
off to find the hairdryer.

A few seconds later, she reappeared with a black hairdryer. She waved the plug around and questioned,
“Mr. Shane, where to stick it?”

Shane’s eyebrow twitched at her choice of words. Lowering his gaze, he coughed lightly and pointed
below his desk.

Natalie did not seem to realize anything wrong with what she said. She jogged over happily and plugged
in the hairdryer.



Since Shane was sitting in front of her, her hair tickled his ears gently as she dried it. His entire body
tensed.




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