Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 875

In truth, Natalie was tethering on the edge of consciousness right then.

She was only awake from sheer will because she knew that she wouldn’t be able to save the baby in her stomach if she were to succumb to sleep.

No matter what, I can’t pass out, let alone be anesthetized again!

As that thought blazed within her, she bit her tongue hard. Her face paled from the excruciating pain, and sweat beaded on her forehead. In the next moment, the metallic taste of blood permeated her mouth.

Nonetheless, she didn’t care about any of that, for her only thought was to protect her baby.

At the sight of the needle that was drawing ever closer to her, she took a deep breath and flipped herself over. Rolling off the operating table, she fell onto the floor. By doing so, she managed to dodge the needle in the nurse’s hand.

The nurse was stunned for a moment, obviously not having expected her to still have the strength to move.

Likewise, even the doctor was amazed.

After all, he personally prepared the anesthetic for her. In usual circumstances, she would’ve lost consciousness long ago, and they would be currently halfway through the operation.

But because she wanted to protect her child, she held on by sheer grit.

Whoa! Even a man might not necessarily possess such strong willpower, much less a petite woman like her! Regretfully, I still won’t show any mercy no matter how admirable she is.

“Hoist her back onto the operating table,” the doctor ordered.

Grunting in assent, the nurse headed toward Natalie.

As Natalie heard the approaching footsteps, a glimmer of despair flashed across her eyes. Right on the heels of that, she shouted at the top of her lungs, “Shane, help! Save me, Shane!”

“Cover her mouth!” the doctor barked, his expression changing drastically.

At once, the nurse rushed forward and clapped a hand over Natalie’s mouth.

Biting her hard, Natalie seized the opportunity when she retracted her hand in pain to continue yelling, “Shane!”

Outside the operating theater, Shane’s brows creased suspiciously when he heard Natalie’s shouts.

What’s happening? Isn’t the operation underway? Why did she suddenly scream and sound so frantic at that?

He stood up with his thin lips pressed into a tight line as a sense of dread pervaded him.