Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 425

“Mr. Shane, what’s the matter? How did you get hurt?” Silas asked as he helped Dr. Morrison to wrap the bandage around his arm.

The man did not reply. After his bandage was done, he cast a glance at the older doctor and asked, “You’re a psychiatrist?”

“Yes, Mr. Shane. I’m Dr. Zeplin.”

“Do you know hypnosis?” Shane stood up.

“Yes,” Dr. Zeplin nodded his head.

“Great. Follow me.” Shane walked over to the sofa and brought him into the master bedroom.

Curious, Silas trailed behind the two.

In the bedroom, Natalie widened her unblinking eyes at the ceiling like a soulless puppet.

Gulping, Silas said, “Mr. Shane, Ms. Smith…”

“She’s been hypnotized. Can you snap her out of it?” Shane looked at Dr. Zeplin.

The psychiatrist did not reply and checked on Natalie before saying, “Sure. Her condition is not so serious. I can snap her out of it.”

Shane heaved a sigh of relief and eased his tense expression. “I’ll leave it to you then.”

Dr. Zeplin smiled. “Don’t worry, Mr. Shane.”

Shane retracted a few steps, giving way for the psychiatrist to do his job.

After a few minutes, Dr. Zeplin kept his watch and bent down to clap by Natalie’s ears. With a snap, she shut her eyes immediately.

“That’s it?” Silas asked as he pointed at her.

Dr. Zeplin wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, “It’s done. She will wake up in a bit.”

“That’s… amazing.” Silas tiled his brow in wonder.

“Okay, since she’s alright now, let’s get out of here first,” Shane said and headed out the door while Silas and Dr. Zeplin trailed behind him.

“Take him to the hospital, and ask Jackson to confine him. I’ll think of what to do with him after Natalie regains her consciousness.” Shane looked impassively at Stanley and ordered.

“Understood.” Silas nodded.

Then, he led the two doctors and Stanley who was sprawled on the floor away.

After they had left, Shane closed the door behind them and went to the master bedroom.

He was greeted by the sight of the woman who was laying down just moments ago, sitting on the edge of the bed. She rubbed her temples and looked ghastly pale.

“You’re awake?” Shane leaned against the doorframe and asked.

She stopped rubbing on her temples as she noticed his voice and turned around. “Mr. Shane.”

The man mumbled a response and strode toward the side of her bed. “Feeling dizzy?”

Natalie nodded her head weakly. “Yeah. Maybe I had one too many drinks at the bar. Thanks for sending me home, Mr. Shane.”