Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 981

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 981

Natalie shook her head and choked out, “I’m fine. I just want to nap for a while.”

With that, Shane picked her up gently and carried her to the lounge.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, Natalie pulled the covers over her head and curled up into an almost fetal position.

She’s crying!

Shane sighed softly as he gazed at the quivering covers. The person who could truly understand how Natalie felt at that moment was Shane.

After all, he had witnessed his parents’ death with his own eyes before.

However, he was one to keep his feelings to himself, no matter how miserable or painful it was. Unlike Natalie, he did not shed a single tear.

“Go ahead and cry. It’ll make you feel better,” Shane murmured softly, patting the huddled and trembling figure under the covers.

The shaking halted for a second, then her cries grew increasingly louder, no longer trying to suppress them. Her sobs echoed through the lounge.

Shane leaned in and hugged her tightly through the covers.

After what seemed like ages, she quietened down and did not move.

Then, Shane straightened up and gently lifted the covers, only to see that her eyes were closed. It looked like she had fallen asleep.

Nonetheless, the tears that clung to her eyelashes and her deeply-furrowed brows were telltale signs that she was not having a peaceful sleep.

Shane sighed, then pulled the covers over her again and left the lounge.

When he was back in his office, Silas knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Shane called out from the couch.

Silas entered and said, “Mr. Shane, I’ve discovered a crucial clue regarding the Torres cell phone.”

More importantly, Jacqueline naturally lacked empathy and had a tendency to be antisocial. Hence, she did seem like someone who could calmly film a car accident without getting flustered or afraid.

Here, Silas looked at Shane and asked, “Do you think Mr. Graham is the second culprit?”

Kenneth had only passed away ten years ago, so he was still alive when the accident happened eighteen years ago.

Upon that, Shane did not answer him and merely lowered his gaze, shielding the look in his eyes.

After some time, he stood up with his hands in his pockets. “Even if it wasn’t him, it had something to do with the Graham family. Schedule an appointment with Mr. Wangton. I want to meet him.”

“Yes, sir.” Silas nodded and left.

As Shane massaged his temples wearily, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

He looked up and was stunned to see Natalie exit the lounge. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. “Why are you up already?”