Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 1032

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1032

Only now did he realize that that was not the case.

Shane's pupils contracted at the sound of Silas' words.

Mom and Natalie have the same eyes?

Shane's hand tightened around the picture.

He couldn't believe he was only paying attention to such a surprising similarity now.

"Mr. Shane?" Silas called out carefully at the sight of Shane's shock. "Could Sean be treating madam as some sort of replacement?"

Shane's lips pressed together coldly. "Keep this completely under wraps."

"Understood." Silas nodded.

Shane pinched his brow tiredly. "You can leave now."

"Yes, sir," Silas responded with another nod before walking out.

Shane was left alone in the study room.

He lowered his head, and his un-styled hair fell over his eyes, hiding his current expression under the shade of his fringe.

Despite that, his anger was made obvious by the immense, heavy aura around him.

Great. Just great.

Not only did Sean fall in love with his own aunt, but he also treated my wife as a substitute.

I'll kill him!

Bang!

Shane slammed his fist on the desk. The sheer impact alone split his knuckles open, and a trickle of fresh blood dripped out from the wound and onto the desk.

It was as if he couldn't feel the pain as he walked straight out of the study room and to their bedroom.

Natalie was in the midst of reading the diary and looked up at the sound of the door opening.

When she saw the man in the doorway, she was about to greet him with a smile when she realized how he was acting. Immediately, her smile faded, and she asked, "What's wrong, Shane?" She placed the diary pages-down on the bed and walked over to Shane.

He was looking angrier than he had been when she left the study room, so he clearly had heard something infuriating.

Shane looked up, and his lips moved as if he were about to say something.

Before he could speak, Natalie caught sight of his bleeding hand and stared in shock.

"Shane! What happened to your hand?"

She reached out and grabbed it gently. When she noticed his split knuckles, her small face creased into a frown. "Did you punch something?"

Instead of replying, Shane hugged her tightly and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

She stood there in mild shock before gently patting his back. In a gentle voice, she said, "What happened, Darling? You have to tell me, or I'll be worried." He looked up at the sound of his wife's concern. "Sean sees you as a substitute for my mother."

"What?" Natalie's eyes widened. "A substitute?"

"I've always thought that you were the one he actually loved, but Silas just told me about how you and my mother have practically the same eyes." Natalie understood what Shane was so upset about, and her lips trembled. "Are you saying that Sean fell for me because I have the same eyes like your mom?" "It's highly possible," Shane said as he let go of her to fish out a picture from his pocket. "This is a picture of her."

Natalie looked down and started looking at the picture carefully.

Shane's mother was a real gentle beauty, almost ethereal in her good looks. She was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from Natalie's own looks.

If Natalie had strong, clear-cut features, then Shane's mother had delicate, gentle features.

Natalie knew exactly how she looked and was extremely familiar with her own features. Maybe that was why she no longer reacted when she saw features similar to her own because she never really saw the similarities.

But now, as she took a closer look, she had to agree with Silas.

It was highly likely that Sean had treated her as a substitute for Shane's mother.

When she thought about this, Natalie felt a sudden gust of anger.

She didn't love Sean, but she couldn't accept being seen as anyone's substitute, not even Lindsay.