Elvis's lips stretched into a nervous smile, as he rushed and stood in front of Natalie. He rested his hands on her shoulder turning her to face him.

 

“Why stress yourself, Nat?” He asked softly, as his shoulder dropped in a heavy sigh, “You are living a good life now. Your mother has gotten her treatment done—-”

 

Natalie quickly pushed his hands away from her shoulder, as she felt pissed off by his words, and didn't hesitate to send him a murderous glare.

 

Elvis raised his hands in surrender, as he chuckled nervously, “That’s not why I mean, Nat.” He shook his head violently, “Don't get me wrong.” He added.

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