Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 1029

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1029

Stanley leaned back in his chair. "What is it? I'll do my best to answer."

Natalie took a deep breath before saying, "So I have a friend who was raised by his aunt and uncle. When he was thirteen, his aunt and uncle both passed away. In a diary entry he wrote when he was fifteen, he mentioned how he had developed...inappropriate feelings toward his aunt. Is that normal in any way?"

She didn't mention that she was talking about Sean, nor did she mention that his aunt and uncle were Shane's parents.

Stanley rose an eyebrow in suspicion. "You're saying that this friend of yours fell in love with his aunt, right?"

"Yeah," Natalie said with a nod.

Stanley pushed his glasses further up his nose bridge and asked, "Why did his aunt and uncle raise him? Did his parents pass away?"

"No, but they were both neglectful. His father was always out womanizing and cheating on his mother, who would also go out all day chasing after his father and his mistresses. She even hated my friend for not being able to keep his father with them even though she managed to give him a son," Natalie replied.

Stanley tilted his head back slightly. "I see. I think I know what's wrong. First of all, a man falling in love with his own aunt is wrong in and of itself. Honestly, most men who fall in love with a female figure who is significantly older than themselves have at least mild psychological issues. The biggest issue is that they missed out on motherly love growing up."

"Missing out on motherly love?" Natalie frowned.

"Yes," Stanley replied. "You said it yourself. His parents were never there for him, so he never experienced parental love. His world was bleak and lonely until this aunt appeared and gave him the love he couldn't get from his parents. After she lit up his world so suddenly, it's natural that his feelings for his aunt eventually became inappropriate."

"I see," Natalie said as she dug her fingernails into her palm.

Stanley spoke up again. "Still, these cases are rare. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen people fall in love with their own relatives."

"Isn't that why it's strange, because it's so rare?" Natalie asked.

Stanley nodded. "Yes. Most normal people would never develop such feelings toward their own aunt. Your friend most definitely has some psychological issues of his own, but something that could have spiked its development is the passing of his aunt. It could have affected him by making him miss his aunt even more, to the point that his familial love toward her festered and became romantic."

"I got it. Thank you, Stanley." Natalie massaged her temples.

Stanley chuckled gently. "No need to thank me. Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Not for now," Natalie replied.

"Then I'll be hanging up now. I have an operation to get to in a few minutes. Talk to you soon." Stanley automatically bid farewell first.

Natalie hummed in agreement and hung up.

After their call, she put down her cell phone and walked upstairs.

She walked toward Shane's study room and was about to knock when the door opened on its own.

Mrs. Wilson emerged and looked at Natalie in surprise. "What are you doing here, madam?"

"I'm a little worried about him, so I decided to check up on him. I also need to tell him something," Natalie said. "How is he doing?"

"He's still reading the diary," Mrs. Wilson replied.

Natalie nodded. "Okay. You can go downstairs now. I'll take a look at him."

"All right," Mrs. Wilson answered with a smile before stepping aside to let Natalie enter.

After Natalie walked in, she closed the door softly behind her and strode toward the desk.

He was reading the diary placed in front of him, clearly paying his utmost attention to its contents.

However, his brows were knitted together in annoyance and stress, clearly ticked off by whatever he was reading.

Who knew what else Sean had written apart from his inappropriate feelings toward his aunt?

"Shane," Natalie called out softly.

Shane looked up at the sound of her voice. He was still clearly bothered by the contents, but he was as gentle as always toward Natalie. "What are you doing here?"