About ten minutes later, Shane arrived at the location marked out by the coordinates he’d received. It was a small bungalow that appeared to be built by hand. Two SWAT officers were stationed at the front door.
They walked towards Shane when they saw him. “Mr. Shane.”
“Where is she?” Shane asked, his fists clenched tightly.
One of the SWAT officers waved his hand in an inviting motion as he said, “Please follow me.”
Shane followed him to a room located on the second floor of the bungalow.
The officer opened the door to the room.
Shane was greeted by the sight of Natalie sitting on a bed, dressed in dusty, floral print clothes. There was a bowl in her hand, and she was taking small sips of chicken soup from it.
It’s really her! She’s alive!
The tension finally left Shane’s body when he saw her safe and sound. He called out softly, “Natalie!”
At the sound of his voice, Natalie paused in surprise. She lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were reddened with tears as she bit her lips. She answered him pitifully, “Mr. Shane.”
Shane couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He took several big strides towards the bed and pulled Natalie into a tight hug.
Natalie froze, stunned at the contact.
Shane released her abruptly and gently cupped her face, checking for any signs of injury.
After confirming that she had no other injuries beyond a slightly swollen cheek, he heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he lifted her chin tenderly and kissed her on the lips.
Natalie felt muddled, and her eyes widened at his kiss. She took a long time to regain her composure, and then she pushed him away with a furious blush on her face.
Shane let go of her immediately.
She quickly shrunk back against the bed. She touched her lips as she tried to avoid his gaze. “Mr. Shane, y-you-”
“I’m sorry I came late,” Shane cut in. “I’m so glad that you’re ok.”
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