Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“Yours?” Shane narrowed his eyes at Stanley’s deranged look and his lips curled into a sneer. “If she was truly yours, did you have to hypnotize her into thinking that you were me? Who gave you the right to claim that she’s yours?”

Stanley lowered his head after listening to him, his thoughts unbeknownst to anyone but himself.

However, after some time, the man lifted his head and wore a spine-chilling smile as he cackled, his shoulders bobbing up and down from the motion. “Yes, it’s all because of you. Your appearance has influenced Nat. If it weren’t for you, Nat would have been mine sooner or later. So, Shane Thompson, I just need you to disappear!”

Stanley reached into his pocket and fished out a small scalpel that shone with a cold glint.

“Shane Thompson, go to hell! When you’re good as dead, I will erase her memories, and Nat will not have a clue of who you are, and you won’t be able to influence her anymore!”

Stanley broke into a cackle right after and aimed for Shane’s heart.

“You’re crazy!” Shane’s face sank as he retracted a step back, just in time to dodge the scalpel.

Seeing that his first attempt had failed, Stanley adjusted his stance and aimed for Shane again.

Natalie. Hence, he dodged the man carefully. After putting some distance in between himself and the man, Shane clenched

a few steps as he slumped to the ground, knees first.

in his hands fell to the ground with a clang, its sharp edge

fist as he flinched in pain. He held his left arm with sweat beading on his

he threw the punch at the

sleeve like it was cutting tofu,

out non-stop, oozing out of his fingers, and dripped onto the floor,

heed to his pain as he rushed to Natalie’s side, checking if she had been

of relief after making sure that she was alright. He took out his phone and dialed Silas’s number, asking him to bring

doctor over in

foyer when

into a hard line

here!” Silas replied immediately, and walked over to Stanley and made his way to