Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 755

I see. So that’s how it is, huh?

Shane’s elegant lips were pursed tight.

He felt strange that Joyce who seemed fearful of him every time she saw him, had dared to pull at his
hair that time.

If she had not said that she was doing it to avenge Natalie, he would have taken action against her.

Natalie turned the paternity test to the last page and held it in the air. “Great news, you’re right. You’re
not their biological father. I always thought you were, but reality gave me a slap in the face. So there’s
no way I’d let you raise my two children? You probably find it difficult to accept them now, don’t you?”

Since they were her children, or in other words, they were her mom’s grandchildren.

If he could even get angry with her, how much more so at two kids who were not related to him in any
way.

Shane could not refute Natalie’s reasoning as she was right – he really could not accept the two kids.

It had never crossed his mind to stop providing for the two children. Though he could continue giving
them the best things in life as before, but he would not love them.

Seeing that Shane kept mum, Natalie felt tired as well. Thus, she put down the paternity test results.
“Mr. Shane, please think over what I’ve told you today. I really think that there is no reason for us to go
on. Tomorrow I shall go to Thompson Group to go over the evidence you have mentioned, and then, I
shall move out.”

At that, Natalie left him alone and headed for the bathroom.



With a glum expression, Shane gazed at her retreating figure disappearing into the bathroom.

After a while, he tore up the divorce documents and murmured in an icy tone. “I’ve already said I won’t
divorce you!”

Even if I don’t love you anymore, you’ll have to remain by my side.

Shane turned and left.

In the bathroom, Natalie soaked herself in the bathtub. The warm water stimulated her skin, effectively
dispelling her fatigue.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and leaned against the edge of the bathtub with her eyes closed as
she let the massager massaged her back.

Just then, she grunted as she felt her headache return.

Just like what happened in the morning, images appeared in her mind one after the other.

It was much slower this time, and Natalie was able to see some of the scenes albeit with some
difficulty.

There were shades of red…

Then, her mom, who was still at a young age, with her…

Natalie knitted her brows tight, trying to see clearer, but her headache became worse.

“Argh!” Natalie hurt so badly that she cried out. She held her head in both hands, rocking back and
forth. Beads of cold sweat rolled down, and her face turned pale.

Why is it so painful this time?



Was it because I was trying to see those images?

Natalie’s brain twitched painfully as if a bug was gnawing inside it.

She dared not continue thinking about those images. As she stopped thinking, the aching subsided a
little.

Only after that, Natalie sighed with relief.

Looks like there’s something wrong with my brain. I should probably go for a check-up to find out the
cause.

As she thought it over, Natalie decided to call Stanley for an appointment and let him examine her.

Unknowingly, time had passed, and the water in the tub became cold. At that, Natalie stood up,
wrapped herself with a towel taken from the shelf, and entered the room.

The room was empty since Shane had already left.

Natalie lowered her eyes in disappointment as she laughed at herself. “He left just like that.”

It was not that she did not let him leave; it was just that she did not expect him to really do so.

As she approached the bed, she discovered the divorce papers torn into little pieces and scattered on
the floor.

Seems like I have to print another copy. Wait… no, I should print a few more copies.

Natalie sighed and squatted down to pick up the pieces of paper from the floor.

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door. “Madam, it’s time for your dinner.”



“I’m coming now,” Natalie replied and quickly went to change.

After changing, she went to the dining room downstairs and exclaimed in surprise at the many dishes
laid on the table. “Mrs. Wilson, I can’t possibly finish that much food!”

Mrs. Wilson smiled. “This was meant for Mr. Shane and Ms. Graham as well, but they had
unexpectedly left.”


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