Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 1027

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1027

The light in the room was already turned on.

The moment Natalie stepped in, she felt her hair standing on end.

It was a very big study room, maybe around sixty or so square feet. The walls of the room were plastered with a lot of photographs and posters of various sizes.

All of these wax figures shared the same face as the subject of every single photograph and poster—Shane’s mother. Natalie felt goosebumps rising on her arms and subconsciously rubbed at them.

Why were there so many pictures of her mother-in-law in Sean’s room? Also, what was with the wax figures?

Besides that, why would a nephew even have so many pictures and figures of his own aunt in his study room?

Natalie looked at Shane in confusion.

Shane’s dark expression immediately sent chills down her spine. It felt as if the temperature had lowered following his glare, and it even began to feel as if she couldn’t breathe.

She knew that Shane wasn’t just angry, he was furious.

Rightly so, as who wouldn’t have been furious at the sight of their mother’s face plastered all over someone’s study room in such a perverse manner?

Natalie gently squeezed Shane’s hand, reminding him to calm down and investigate the reason behind Sean’s actions before getting angry.

Shane closed his eyes and did his best to suppress his anger. He turned to Silas and asked, “Is there anything else apart from these?”

“Yes. We also found a diary.” At the mention of the diary, Silas’ face paled, and he started to look extra uncomfortable.

Natalie could already sense that something was very wrong. “Where is it?”

Shane wanted to ask the same thing.

Silas walked toward the desk and pulled open a drawer. He took out an old diary with a yellowing cover and passed it to Shane with both hands. “I flipped through the diary before you came. Sean’s been using it since he was ten. If you want to read it, you can start from where I’ve left the bookmark, which starts from when he was fifteen. That’s where he starts to talk about why he has so many pictures and wax figures of Mrs. Thompson.”

After that, he quickly stepped aside and did his best to become invisible.

He wished he didn’t have to be around when Shane exploded, knowing he would get thrown into the mix.

“Shane, let’s read from where Silas mentioned,” Natalie said gently to Shane, who was looking at the diary.

No wonder he had so many pictures and wax figures of his own aunt. He was in love with her.

It wasn’t the familial type of love a nephew should have toward his aunt, either. No. He loved her the way a man would love a woman.

He was disgusting. How could anyone ever feel that way toward their own relative?

It’s a taboo!

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to f*cking kill him,” Shane suddenly hissed. His voice wasn’t laced with any emotion except pure, unadulterated anger.

Natalie was scared, but she didn’t try to advise him otherwise.

She knew how angry he was right now.

If she told him to calm down, he would only get angrier.

Silas flinched and even began to hide his breathing in an attempt to disappear.

After what seemed like a long time, Shane finally calmed down slightly. He shut the diary with a loud snap and gripped it tightly. “Take all of these posters, pictures, and wax figures. Then, burn them. I don’t want to see any trace of them left behind.”