Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel 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.”