Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 703

After he revealed the shocking news, Silas lowered his head in anger.

Why is God so unfair? I can’t believe Madam turned out to be Mr. Shane’s enemy!

“Is that really true?” Shane’s tone dropped an octave lower, and a terrifying expression appeared on his face.

Even though Silas was not there in person to see it, he could sense his boss’ fury. He trembled at the thought of physically witnessing it but still spoke in concern, “Mr. Shane, are you alright?”

Not surprisingly, Shane remained silent and abruptly ended the call. Throwing his phone onto the desk, he covered his face with his palms in exasperation. All he felt at that point was disappointment and hurt.

Natalie had let him down.

For the past few days, he desperately prayed that she was not his enemy. Yet, the outcome still showed that he had made the wrong judgment.

He had married his enemy’s daughter and also regarded her two children as his own. At the back of his mind, he even planned for them to be his successor of the Thompson Group.

Thinking back on it, he mentally cursed at himself for being so stupid.

How could he leave all of the Thompson family’s assets in the hands of his enemy’s descendants?

Ugh, Grandfather is equally as stupid as me! How could he take the daughter of a man, who knocked over my parents, as his goddaughter?

For all I know, maybe Yulia is having a good laugh at Grandfather right now. She must think the Thompson family is a joke.

His eyes turned red as he started to let out a bitter chuckle. Slowly, it turned into a burst of maniac laughter.

At that moment, someone knocked on his door again. “Mr. Shane, dinner is ready. You may dig in now.”

Shane did not respond.

Puzzled, Mrs. Wilson called out, “Mr. Shane, are you in there?”

Once again, the man did not make a sound.

That was enough to worry his housekeeper. As she raised her hand to open the door and have a look, the door swung open, revealing Shane standing before her.

At the sight of him, Mrs. Wilson let out a breath of relief. “Oh, you’re inside. For a moment there, I thought you went out. Mr. Shane, you may head downstairs for dinner now.”

This time, Shane let out a soft sound to acknowledge her.

Mrs. Wilson, who did not sense anything out of the ordinary, headed down after him.

“Daddy,” the two children downstairs cheerfully greeted upon seeing him.

If it had been any other day, Shane would have bent down to scoop one of them in his arms while patting the other child’s head.

But this time, he avoided them, leaving the two children hanging as they stood rooted to the ground in surprise.