Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1030
“I came to check up on you and also wanted to tell you something,” Natalie responded as she pulled out a chair.
Shane looked at her. “What is it?”
“I just called Stanley.”
At the sound of his name, Shane frowned.
Natalie placed a gentle hand on his, indicating for him not to get jealous. “I didn’t say who exactly Sean was and just called him my friend so I could ask if these feelings he had toward Lindsay were normal. He told me that it was definitely not normal and that Sean most likely developed that attraction due to a lack of love.”
She quickly went through the conversation she had with Stanley.
“I know he’s not normal. If he were normal, he wouldn’t have developed these sick feelings toward his own aunt,” Shane said with a scarily dark glare.
Natalie sighed. “Yeah. It definitely is a huge shock.”
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
“Who’s there?” Natalie asked, turning around to look.
Silas’ voice came from the other side of the door, “It’s me, Mrs. Thompson.”
“Ah, Silas. I’ll open the door.” Natalie flashed a quick smile at Shane and walked over.
Silas nodded gratefully at Natalie. “Where’s Mr. Shane?”
“He’s inside. Come on in.” She stepped aside to let Silas pass.
He thanked her once again and walked in.
She closed the door and walked over.
Shane looked up at Silas. “What is it?”
“We have already destroyed everything you asked us to,” Silas reported.
Natalie knew he was talking about the pictures, posters, and wax figures of Lindsay.
Shane’s tightly knitted brow relaxed slightly at the sound of that. “Anything else?”
“I need to talk to you about some company-related matters,” Silas said, trailing off slightly as he glanced at Natalie.
The latter knew they were about to talk about business stuff and stood up with a smile. “Go ahead. I’ll step out for now. Shane, can I take a look at this diary?”
“Be my guest,” Shane replied with a nod.
Natalie picked up the diary and walked toward the door.
Thompson Group was an international business, and there were plenty of important matters within the company. Even though she was Shane’s wife, she personally did her best to avoid being too nosy.
It wasn’t because Shane didn’t trust her. It was more because it would be dangerous for her to know too much about such a large business.
After all, Thompson Group had its fair share of rivals, and it wasn’t impossible for someone to kidnap her in order to get information about Thompson Group out of her.
That was why there was an unspoken rule in the field. Most businessmen did their best not to drag their wives into business matters, especially the top-secret stuff. Unless their wives were also involved in the business, they refrained from letting their wives know too much as a form of protection.
Natalie walked out of the room with the diary in hand.
When she reached the kids’ room, she opened the door slightly to check on them.
The kids had been sleeping since just now, and she wasn’t sure if they had woken up yet.
She inched her head into the gap to get a better look at their beds.
“Still asleep,” she whispered with a smile on her face at the sight of her kids. She then stepped back and closed the door gently.
Once she was in her room, Natalie sat on the edge of her bed and began flipping through the diary pages.
Sean didn’t write in the diary every day, so it wasn’t exactly chronologically organized. Sometimes he would write in it every few days, sometimes every month, and sometimes even every few months. All the entries had one thing in common—they were all written when he was feeling extra emotional.
Soon enough, Natalie read the part where Silas had left in the bookmark, also the part from where Sean turned fifteen. The diary was full of every single one of Sean’s emotions.
He ranted about why his parents didn’t love him and wondered if it was because he wasn’t obedient enough.
By the time he was about eight or nine years old, he had seemingly given up on his own parents and stopped mentioning them in his entries. On the contrary, he started writing more and more about Shane’s parents.
