Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 675

Downstairs, Sharon got up from Mrs. Wilson’s embrace. Both her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying.

That gave Mrs. Wilson a twinge, so she held her puny face up and blew some air to her eyes.

Sharon sobbed as she asked, “Mrs. Wilson, Mommy will be fine, right?”

“Yes, she’ll be alright. Your daddy has gone to rescue her, so Sharon should just wait at home, alright?” Mrs. Wilson stroke Sharon’s hair and comforted her.

Sharon bit her lip in apprehension and returned, “But I’m still worried.”

“Don’t worry.” Mrs. Wilson replied softly, “We have to have faith in your daddy. He will surely bring Mommy back.”

Sharon nodded and acknowledged what Mrs. Wilson said.

Mrs. Wilson added, “Are you tired? Let me take you back to your bedroom to rest, okay? Maybe when you wake up, Daddy and Mommy will be home then.”

“No.” Sharon shook her head. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to wait here.”

“That’s fine, too.” Knowing that Sharon couldn’t get it off her mind, Mrs. Wilson didn’t persist in persuading her. It’s the weekend tomorrow after all. I shall just let her wait a little longer then.

At the stairwell on the second floor, however, Jacqueline heard everything that Mrs. Wilson and Sharon said. Her fingers on the railing curled up tightly in excitement as a sparky glint glowed in her eyes.

Something unpleasant happened to Natalie. That’s why she still hasn’t come home.

This is great!

It’s just that I have totally no idea what happened.

Nevertheless, looking at the way that damn little girl was crying and the look of distress in that old woman’s eyes, I’m sure it isn’t something simple.

It would be best if Natalie never makes it home ever again.

Jacqueline was bearing some vicious thoughts.

In the study on the third floor, Connor was sitting in front of the computer with his fingers tapping on the keyboard incessantly. And as he typed, his tender little face grew increasingly somber.

After around a minute, Connor finally stopped his typing motion. Both his hands clasped around each other, and his eyes reddened as tears welled up within them, almost overflowing.

He took in a deep breath and snuffled, repressing his urge to cry as he reached out to the microphone at the side and spoke into it, “Daddy, I can’t find Mommy.”

“What do you mean?” Shane’s gaze turned drastically sharp in an instant.

Connor answered chokingly, “Mommy’s tracker has malfunctioned, and I can’t track her location, boo hoo hoo…”