Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 125

Sean yelped and fell away from Natalie, crumpling to the floor. Before he could get up, Shane began to land a barrage of vicious kicks on him.

Shane did not hold back at all, putting as much force as he could into each kick.

Eventually, Sean was a half-dead mess on the floor, having long ago fallen unconscious.

Finally satisfied, Shane stopped his kicking. Letting out a soft breath, he schooled his furious expression into a calm one before turning his attention on Natalie. His voice was filled with concern when he asked, "Are you alright?"

Adjusting the suit jacket so it covered her up again, she choked out, "I'm fine."

His tightened brows relaxed a little at her words and he sighed in relief. "That's good."

Luckily, I got here just in time! Otherwise, she would have been...

Shane could not even finish that thought. His heart felt like someone had wrapped a fist around it and was squeezing it. It hurt.

"Mr. Shane, please take me away from here!" Natalie begged as she gripped the hem of Shane's shirt. Her tear-streaked face turned toward him, revealing her distress.

She refused to stay here a second longer. Everything here absolutely repulsed and disgusted her!

"Okay." He held her arm and helped her off the coffee table.

However, the moment her feet touched the ground, her legs gave out from beneath her and she fell forward in a dead faint.

When Natalie finally woke up, it was already afternoon the next day.

She blinked her eyes open before sweeping a gaze across the unfamiliar room. "This is..."

"My house." Shane was sitting in a chair beside the bed. He clarified gently, "When you fell unconscious, I thought you were drugged. Since my house is quite close to the hotel and I have a family doctor, I thought it is best to bring you here."

So that was why she was here.

Rubbing her temples, she sat up in bed. The blanket slid down her body, showing that she was currently clad in black silk pajamas.

The pajamas were quite large. Obviously, they belonged to a man. She could not help the anxiety that rose in her as she exclaimed, "My clothes!"

He shut the magazine he had been reading and reassured her, "Relax. Mrs. Wilson was the one who changed your clothes."

The pajamas were his though.

Natalie calmed down when she heard that. She shot Shane an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shane. I might have overreacted a little..."

She did not mean to have such a huge reaction either. It was just that what happened yesterday had severely traumatized her.

"It's okay. I understand." He nodded at her to show he did not mind.

She scrubbed at her cheeks as she stated, "Thank you for what you did yesterday, Mr. Shane. If you hadn't come for me, Sean would have... Speaking of that, what happened to him?"

His eyes narrowed at the mention of his cousin. "He's in the hospital," was the icy response.

Apparently, he had broken several of Sean's ribs yesterday, which meant the latter would be hospitalized for the next two months at least.

Natalie slapped the bedsheets in sadistic glee. "Serves him right!"

Shane quirked his lips at her joy. But a few seconds later, the smile slipped off his face. "Silas found a security camera in the lounge you guys were in. However, since the heinous crime didn't actually happen along with Sean's insistence that you were willing, there's not enough evidence to arrest him for his crimes."

"I most definitely wasn't willing!" The elation on her face vanished and was replaced by fury.

He crossed his legs and stared at her. "Of course I know that you weren't willing. You wouldn't have begged me to rescue you otherwise. What I want to know is why he wanted to do that to you?"

Her eyes flashed as she asked warily, "Didn't the camera record everything he said?"

"It doesn't record sound," he answered calmly.

Natalie's spirits lifted at his words. Like a rollercoaster ride, she went from being utterly depressed to being absolutely delighted.

Wonderful! That means he still doesn't know the kids are his!

At that thought, she dropped her gaze to her lap to hide the relief in them. She murmured apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shane. I can't tell you just yet."

Shane pursed his lips at her answer. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Even though the police can't arrest Sean for his crimes, I promise you I'll transfer him away from the headquarters."

"Okay, thank you," she expressed with heartfelt gratitude.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something as her hand flew up to caress her neck. When she felt nothing there, she started to panic.