Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Shane paused in his steps at Silas’ greeting. Turning, he grabbed the phone from Silas and demanded, “Where’s Natalie?”

“Your concern for her moves me to tears.” Sean’s mockery had returned in full force. “Why are you asking me about her whereabouts? Did it not strike you that she may be dead?”

“She’s not dead!” Gripping the phone tightly, Shane continued in a cold tone, “I found the cave where the two of you took shelter. We saw your footprints leading away from the cave too. She’s still alive.”

Sean was surprised; he had not expected Shane to track them down so quickly.

“I see.” He barked out a laugh before replying, “You’re right. She is alive.”

“Where is she?” Shane asked urgently.

Sneering, Sean said, “Don’t worry. She’s alive and well in a farmer’s house. I’ll text you the address soon. Ciao.”

Sean gestured for his newly hired bodyguard to remove the phone from his ear and hang up before instructing him to text Natalie’s address to them.

Seated in a wheelchair, Sean then entered the train station with the aid of his bodyguard.

the address Sean had sent him with an unreadable

who was standing beside him, asked, “Mr. Shane, did Sean call you personally

the frame of his glasses before commenting, “This isn’t his MO at all. He kidnapped madam

Shane gritted

to save Natalie no matter

busied himself instructing the search

provided by Sean

such a large group of men, the middle-aged lady who had helped Sean and Natalie grew anxious. She mustered the courage to approach them. “Are you here for

really here?”

Shane demanded, “Where is

house,” she replied while pointing toward

giving a second thought about the possibility of

about his rash actions, Silas

in the middle of the room was an unconscious Natalie. A

his arms. He placed his ear on her chest, and the tension in his body finally