Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 1116

Only a place outside the city where there were fewer people and less surveillance was the most suitable hiding place for Sean and the others because they could run away immediately if something went south However, things were different in the city as they could not even hide once someone was after them.

"Mr. Thompson, are we going to search that warehouse?" asked the manager who was standing in front of Shane's desk.

The latter was rubbing his fingers, seemingly deep in thought.

After a while, he finally replied, "Of course."

"But what if it's a trap?" The manager was a little worried that the assassin had told them about the warehouse on purpose to lure them over.

If that were the case, we'd be walking right into his trap, wouldn't we?

Knowing what the manager was thinking, Shane pursed his lips. "We have to go even if it's a trap."

His biggest goal now was to catch Sean and Jacqueline.

Hence, he wanted to give it a shot even if it was really a trap.

He could not sit around and wait any longer as he was worried about the safety of Natalie and the two kids.

"Go and get everything ready. We'll go there tomorrow," ordered Shane while massaging his temples.

The manager nodded. "Understood, Mr. Thompson!"

Then he left.

Sitting alone in the quiet study, Shane crossed his fingers and lowered his head. He was absorbed in thoughts. After a short while, he suppressed his restlessness, stood up, and went back to the room he shared with Natalie.

It was daybreak where Natalie was, and she was awakened by a video call from Shane.

Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she accepted his call and looked at the man on the screen with a smile. "Good morning, Darling." "Morning. Did I wake you up?" Shane asked in a soft voice while looking at the sleepy-eyed woman whose hair was a bit messy. Shaking her head, Natalie leaned back against the headboard. "No. It's about time for me to wake up."

With that, she stretched herself luxuriously.

Looking at her chest that was exposed from her stretching, Shane felt his throat tighten. He said in a husky voice, "I miss you."

He found her bust getting larger since she became pregnant.

Natalie, who initially wanted to tell him that she missed him too, saw his gaze on her and instantly understood the implicit meaning of his remark. Amused, she fixed her clothes and rolled her eyes at him. "You pervert!"

Smiling faintly, Shane looked at her face. "All right. You should go wash up and have your breakfast."

"Okay." Natalie nodded. "You get some rest too."

"Okay," Shane promised.

Hanging up the call, he put the phone away, and the gentle look on his face faded away.

He did not plan to tell Natalie about what happened to Mrs. Wilson because he did not want to scare her, which might cause something to happen to her and the kids.

He also did not plan to tell her about this incident.

That night, the man hardly slept.

The next morning, the manager came to the door. "Mr. Thompson, everything's ready. Are you going too?"

Shane nodded. "Of course."

More than ten of them then drove to the warehouse in the north of the city.

It took them more than an hour to reach the warehouse.

Shane remained seated in the car and just looked out the window.

It turned out that the warehouse the murderer had mentioned was actually an abandoned industrial area over a fast-flowing river.

The men sent by Shane started to search the area for the place where Sean might be hiding.

It was unlikely to replace Sean and the others because the loud noises that their vehicles made when they arrived had probably alerted the former, who might have left.