Feel the Way You Feel, My Love 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.



Flustered, Sharon looked to Shane and murmured, “Daddy?”

Even with her plea, the man did not respond.

Does Daddy hate me?

Unlike Sharon’s simplistic thoughts, Connor had a darker theory.

Additionally, he caught a glimpse of disgust in his Shane’s eyes.

He hates us!

Why? What mistake did we make?

The young boy blinked multiple times as he contemplated for a reason but to no avail.

At that moment, after Natalie came out of the bathroom, she saw Shane standing in front of her two
children in silence. There was something off between the three of them.

“What’s wrong? Why are the three of you just standing there?” she asked as she walked over to caress
the children’s heads.

Still keeping his silence, Shane shot her a cold glare before heading to the dining room.

A chill ran down the woman’s spine, and she shuddered in fright.

When she finally regained her composure, she did not know what to say.

Why… did he give me that look?

“Mommy.” Her two children tugged on her arms as she took a moment to process the situation earlier.



“What is it?” Natalie spoke with a smile on her face, despite the uneasy feeling that bubbled within her.

“Mommy, is Daddy in a bad mood? He ignored Connor and I earlier. When I signaled that I wanted a
hug, he moved away,” Sharon whined with a pout on her face.

Backing her up, Connor nodded and exerted, “Exactly! Mommy, he’s acting strange. It seems like he
hates us or something!”

“He hates the both of you?” Natalie was surprised to hear that.

He dislikes them?

How did that happen?

If I did something to upset him, it’s alright if he vents it on me. Why did he have to drag the two children
into it?

At that thought, Natalie felt anxious and troubled.

Patting the two children’s heads, she forced a smile and reassured them, “Nothing is wrong. Daddy is
probably tired, so he seems unhappy. He doesn’t hate either of you.”


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