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Natalie leaned back against the couch and massaged her shoulder before replying, “It's fine. It's just that my back
is aching from the constant sitting.”
“Does it hurt a lot?” Shane frowned.
Natalie smiled. “Not really. I'll be fine after resting for a while.”
“I'll get someone to change your chair into a massage chair. That way, you can turn it on if you feel
uncomfortable,” Shane told her.
Natalie did not know how to react to his words. “No, please don't. There's no need for that. We're there as judges,
and we're there to guide the participants, not to enjoy life. So, what's the point of getting a massage chair for me?”
“But your back aches,” Shane said in disagreement. It seemed like he was determined to get her the massage
chair.
Natalie shook her head in exasperation. “I really don't need it. Are you really going to give me special treatment
every time I work?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Why not? It's not as if I'm not capable of doing that,” said Shane nonchalantly.
Natalie replied in amusement, “I know you can do that, but what I'm trying to tell you is that you'll be spoiling me. If
I need your help with everything I want to do, I'll lose my independence. So, Darling, I know that you're doing this
for my sake, but I don't need it. If I do need it, I'll tell you about it. I promise.”
Shane was quiet for a while. A moment later, he responded, “Okay, I agree with you about that. Still, don't force
yourself too much on everything; you have to come to me if you encounter any trouble. I'm your husband—not an
outsider. I know that you're a tough woman, but I still wish for you to rely on me when you need to.”
Warmth seeped into Natalie's heart at the man's words, and she beamed. “Okay, I got it. I will.”
“Good to hear that. All right, it's getting late, so rest first. You still need to go to the competition tomorrow. I'll bring
the two kids over to see you the day after tomorrow,” Shane said, chuckling.
Natalie's eyes lit up, and she nodded fervently. “Sure!”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
After ending the call, Lina walked over with a half-smile on her face. “Oh, you're done? Why didn't you talk with him
for a little longer?”
“We've already talked for a long time,” Natalie said as she put down her phone.
Lina then sat beside her. “What I meant to ask is why you didn't talk to him until the world ends?”
Natalie arched a brow at her. “What's the matter? Are you jealous?”
Lina huffed. “A little. You're always so sweet with Mr. Thompson—you're either calling him on phone, or you're on a
video call with him. A single woman like me is jealous, okay? You're making me want to find a guy to date.”
“Then find one. Look, isn't Sal dating someone now? Moreover, isn't it easy for you to find a boyfriend with how
pretty you are?” Natalie remarked as she stared at Lina's face.
Lina sighed. “Forget it. I might be jealous, but it's a different story if I were to look for a boyfriend myself. I doubt I'd
be able to find one even if I wanted to. I have high standards, and most men wouldn't fit my preferences for looks
alone. Thus, it's best for me to wait for my soulmate to appear.”
“Yeah, right! I'd say you're just lazy.” Natalie poked her friend's forehead.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLina chuckled. “Okay, you've got me.”
Natalie rolled her eyes. “It's so obvious. Anyone would have seen through your lies. All right, I'm not going to chat
any longer. I'm heading upstairs for a bath first.”
“Go ahead. I'm going to watch the television for a while.” Lina waved dismissively.
Natalie then stood up and went upstairs.
The next morning, the two headed to the competition venue again.
When they reached, Natalie saw Lucy standing by the clubhouse's doorway with her arms folded and a strange
smile on her face. It seemed like she was waiting for someone.
Nevertheless, Natalie was not interested to find out what was going on. Right as she was about to walk past Lucy
with Lina, Lucy suddenly stopped her.
“Wait.”
Natalie halted in her tracks. Just as she was about to speak, Lina swiftly questioned, “How can I help you?”
“I need to talk to her.” Lucy pointed at Natalie.
Natalie furrowed her brows. “Has no one ever told you that it's very rude to point at someone?”
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