Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1303

Unable To Let Go

When Shane and Natalie returned to the Thompson villa, Mrs. Wilson came out to greet them, “Sir,
madam, welcome home.”

Shane nodded gently.

Upon noticing the blood on Shane’s hand, Mrs. Wilson exclaimed, “Are you injured, Mr. Shane?”

“No. It’s not my blood,” Shane replied and went upstairs right away.

Now that Jacqueline was dead, the grudges he was holding against her had also vanished.

Yet, everything occurred so fast that Shane had not quite figured out how to react to certain things. In
other words, he had yet to make peace with himself.

He needed more time to sort his mind before he could completely let go of the grudge.

Natalie stood still and watched as Shane walk up to the third floor, only looking away when his figure
disappeared from her sight.

Mrs. Wilson gave Natalie a confused look. “Madam, what’s wrong with Mr. Shane? He seems to be in a
bad mood.”



“Yeah, he’s in a bad mood because he didn’t get to take his revenge against his enemy. His enemy died
before he could do anything. So it might take him some time to learn to let go.” Natalie let out a sigh.

Although Shane did say it was time to let bygones be bygones, he was, in fact, unhappy that Jacqueline
had committed suicide.



Yet, there was no way he could vent his pent-up frustration. That was why his mood was down.

“His enemy is dead?” Mrs. Wilson exclaimed in shock. “Does that mean Jacqueline is…”

Natalie looked at her and nodded gently.

Mrs. Wilson gasped. “Did Mr. Shane—”

“No. Jacqueline killed herself,” Natalie answered while shaking her head.

Mrs. Wilson gulped and was stunned for a moment before asking in disbelief, “She killed herself? Did
you say she killed herself?”

Natalie responded with a faint smile. “Jacqueline was a woman with a big ego, so she would never allow
anyone to humiliate her. She ended her life because she knew there was no way she could escape
Shane’s clutches.”

“I see. It takes great courage for Jacqueline to kill herself. Gotta take my hat off to her.” Mrs. Wilson
pursed her lips.

Natalie kept mum. Her eyes were downcast as she pondered about something.

Seconds later, she shook her head to shake the thoughts out of her mind and switched to another topic.
“Where’s Sharon and Connor?”

“Connor has gone to the kickboxing hall. Sharon went with him,” Mrs. Wilson answered.

Natalie nodded in understanding and did not ask any further.

Time flew by, and it was already late evening.



Shane had yet to come out of his study despite the fact that Mrs. Wilson had called him several times for
dinner.

She had no choice but to ask Natalie to do her a favor.

Natalie went upstairs and knocked on Shane’s study.

A husky voice came from the study. “Come in.”

Natalie twisted the doorknob and went into the study, only to find that it was pitch black inside.

She turned on the lights and saw the man sitting behind the desk. She opened her mouth and asked
gently, “Why aren’t you coming down for dinner?”

Shane was not surprised to see Natalie. It was as if he knew she would come to look for him.

After all, Mrs. Wilson would have called his name if she was the one who knocked on the door.

That was how he knew the person behind the door was Natalie. If the person were Mrs. Wilson, he
would not have let her in.

“I’m not hungry,” Shane replied and put down the hands he used to prop his head.

Natalie walked over. “Not hungry or don’t feel like eating?”

Shane pressed his lips into a thin line and kept mum.

Natalie responded with a sigh. “You didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. Still unable to let go?”

Shane wrapped his hands around her waist and buried his face in her belly. He said in a deep voice,
“How can I let go so easily? After spending more than ten years looking for my parents’ murderers, I



finally found Sam and Jacqueline. Yet, Jacqueline ended her life in such a way. It makes me feel the
effort I put in in the last ten years was meaningless.”

Natalie stroked his hair and said, “I understand how you feel, but now that Jacqueline is dead, there’s
nothing you can do. You’re just making yourself feel even more miserable. It’s time for you to accept it
and move on. Even if you are not the one who ended it, she’s still dead. You should take comfort in
knowing that she’ll now have to beg for your parents’ forgiveness.”


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