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Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 142

Yet, I don’t think that Shane is lying. Perhaps he misinterpreted the situation when he saw us drinking together.

This thought lifted Natalie’s mood. She quickly took the wet clothes off, so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

After taking a bath, she took a bathrobe from the rack and wore it.

The bathrobe looked oversized on her, and its hem was dragging on the floor as she walked.

Hence, she folded the sleeves and tied a knot at the bottom of the bathrobe, revealing her lower legs, so it was easier for her to move around.

Afterward, she found a bag, put her wet clothes in it, and came out of the bathroom.

“Mr. Shane, did you see my bag?” she asked the man on the couch, who was wearing the same bathrobe as hers.

With his eyes fixed on the tablet in his hands, Shane replied coldly without glancing at her. “It’s on the shoe cabinet, and your clothes are on it too.”

“My clothes?” Puzzled, she looked at the bag in her hand.

What? I have them in my hand now.

Obviously, the man was not going to explain himself, so she went over to the shoe cabinet to check it out herself.

There was a paper bag beside her handbag. She opened it and saw her clothes, on which Mrs. Thompson had splashed a cup of coffee two days ago.

No wonder I felt as if I forgot something when I left his office after a shower that day. It’s my clothes.

Amused, she facepalmed her forehead. Holding the paper bag, she could smell the fragrance of detergent as she took the freshly laundered clothes out. She froze for a second, then promptly unfolded the clothes.

The coffee stain was gone, and the clothes were clean and spotless. Unconsciously, she looked at him.

“Mr. Shane, this clothes…”

Knowing what she was about to ask, Shane tapped on the tablet and answered without moving his head. “Mrs. Wilson washed it.”

“Please help me say thanks to Mrs. Wilson.” She put the clothes back into the paper bag.

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