Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 772

Could it be…

Shane narrowed his eyes and opened the folder.

As suspected, the divorce papers were in there.

The aura surrounding him instantly turned cold. He took the document out of the folder and tore it into
pieces before tossing it in the air.

As the shredded paper fluttered in the air, his cruel expression floated to the surface. That was a face
that could terrify an army.

You want a divorce? Not. A. Chance.

He never considered a divorce, even when he thought that the driver who killed his parents might have
been Yulia.

Now that he had learned that it was all a misunderstanding, there was no way he would agree to a
divorce.

Thinking about it got Shane to turn around and walk down the stairs. He headed right for the door.

Mrs. Wilson saw him walking out, so she called out and asked, “Sir, where are you headed to?”

To drag the runaway back home!” replied Shane grimly before he slammed the door to the villa.

Mrs. Wilson grinned.

She could tell that he had changed. He has turned back to the doctor he used to be. I have no idea
what happened to make him change like that, but I am glad.



Shane drove all the way to the apartment.

He was able to shorten the fifty-minutes-drive there to half an hour, earning him the target of the traffic
police as they chase him down.

In the end, Shane got two tickets for reckless driving.

He stared at the tickets he had with him and huffed before he shoved them into his pocket. He walked
into the apartment after that.

Natalie and the kids were eating together at the time.

All three of them turned to the door when they heard the doorbell ringing.

“I’ll go open the door, Mommy,” said Connor. He was ready to crawl down from his chair immediately.

Natalie stopped him and instructed, “Be good and stay here. I’ll go answer the door.”

It was late at night, so Natalie didn’t want to risk having her kids open the door. Who knows what kind
of lunatic is out there?

Connor might be a genius, but he’s still a kid with a tiny figure. He couldn’t possibly fight against an
adult.

Natalie cooed her kids before setting her cutleries down and went to open the door.

When she was right behind the door, she turned on the intercom to check who the visitor was.

She was stunned when she saw Shane there.

What is he doing here?



Natalie bit her lip a little. She didn’t know if she should open the door.

Shane seemed to have sensed that he was being spied on because he tilted his head up and looked
right into the camera before demanding, “Open the door.”

Natalie understood that he was talking to her, so she bit down and answered, “There’s no need for that.
You should go home.”

“Open the door!” demanded Shane once again.

Natalie frowned and complained, “Shane Thompson, what do you want? Shouldn’t you be looking into
what I said earlier today? Why are you here?”

“I already did,” answered Shane in a deep voice.

Natalie was stunned in place.

That was fast.

“Is that so? And what is the result of your investigation? Was I telling the truth or…”

“You were telling the truth,” interrupted Shane.

Natalie’s eyes instantly reddened as tears threatened the roll down her cheeks.

She took a few deep breaths and tilted her head up to stop her tears from rolling down. Still, her voice
was a little thick when she asked, “Oh? Then what are you doing here now?”

“I want to apologize,” replied Shane. He was direct and had no intention of hiding the truth.



Natalie scoffed and retaliated, “So what? Am I supposed to just accept your apology? Can your
apology really make up for all the pain and suffering you caused me during that period? It doesn’t work
that way, Shane.”

“I know,” muttered Shane as he tilted his head down in shame.

He had already mentally prepared himself and knew that his apology would not be accepted that easily.

However, he still had to apologize.

“If you know, then you should leave,” said Natalie to chase him away.

In response, Shane simply stood there, motionless.

Natalie frowned in displeasure and growled, “Don’t tell me that you’re just going to stand there and
keep waiting, Shane Thompson.”

“I want to see you,” said Shane.

Natalie understood what he really meant.

So I guess he won’t leave unless I open the door and let him in, or talk to him in person, huh.

Natalie was so angry that she was grinning.

What kind of a man is he? How can he still be so shameless at a time like this?


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