Novel Name : Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

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Shane brushed a kiss on her forehead. “No, you’re wonderful. Not everyone is perfect. We all have our
forte, and your strong suit is designing. This dress is beautiful. We’ll get married after your competition
ends, and you’ll wear this.”



“Okay.” Natalie nodded.

She had intended to have the wedding after capturing Jacqueline.

However, that day when she noticed Shane watching a video of someone getting married, she knew at
once he desired to have a wedding ceremony.

She didn’t want him to wait any longer.



“Right, Darling, you haven’t told me what you think of my gift.” Natalie pushed against his chest and
gazed up at him.

Shane’s lips curved upward slightly. “Very satisfied, but I do have a gripe.”

She blinked in surprise. “It’s not enough? What do you suggest, then?”

He wrapped his arms around her and murmured the words against her ear, “I want you to put it on for
me.”



Natalie broke out into a smile. “Ah, I see. Certainly.”



The gown had been designed by and for herself, so it made sense to wear it for her husband.

Shane immediately released her upon her agreement.

Natalie walked to the mannequin and removed the gown from the figure, glancing at the man standing
close by. “Aren’t you leaving?”



“Why?” He shot her a bewildered look.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, I need to change, so aren’t you going to give me some privacy?”

“I won’t interrupt you. Besides, I’ve seen every inch of your body. Don’t mind me,” Shane said.

Natalie huffed a laugh in exasperation.

I know what he really wants—He’s looking to cop a peek.

“You’re really not going to leave?” she repeated, her brows knitted in a frown.

Shane nodded resolutely. “The dress is huge, and it must be heavy. Usually, there are people around to
help the brides into their gowns. If I leave, who is going to help you?”

Natalie pursed her lips and didn’t try to dissuade him, knowing his mind was made up.

Fine, he can stay if he wants to. As he said, there isn’t a part of my body he hasn’t seen. He can feast his
eyes, then.

Without another word, she began to remove her clothes.

Watching her strip, the apple of Shane’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.



Once Natalie had divested herself of all her clothing, he moved toward her and said in a hoarse voice,
“Let me help you.”

She gave a soft sound of assent and handed the gown to him, and he helped her slip into it.

With his administration, Natalie stepped into her gown, and while he was zipping her up, a problem
occurred.

The zipper was stuck halfway up her back, and it wouldn’t budge no matter how he pulled.

Shane unfastened the zipper and glanced at her midriff. “It’s the baby.”

Natalie nodded with a sheepish expression on her face. “Yeah, it’s been more than three months, and
there’s a noticeable bulge now. The gown is made with my pre-pregnancy measurements, so naturally, I
can’t fit into it anymore. I guess what they say about pregnancy brain is true. As a costume designer, I
can’t believe I forgot to factor this in.”

She suddenly seemed to remember something, and her gaze flew to Shane. “Darling, I don’t think we
could have the wedding after the competition. By then, I would be seven months pregnant. My belly
would swell up more, and the gown would no longer fit me. We would have to wait until after the baby’s
born to have the wedding.”

Natalie hadn’t thought about this until they had difficulty with the zipper.

It’s better to hold off on the wedding now than to realize the gown doesn’t fit after the invitations have
been sent out.

Evidently, Shane hadn’t thought about this, too. His lips thinned, thinking inwardly that the baby had
come at an inopportune time to delay their wedding.

So be it. There’s nothing we could do, anyway.



His fingers grazed the veil fitted on Natalie’s head as he murmured, “It’s all right. We’ve waited a long
time. A few more months wouldn’t make a difference.”

Though his words said that, she could hear the misery in his voice and burst out laughing. “Oh, stop
pouting. I’ll make it up to you.”






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