Feel the Way You Feel My Love Novel

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 157

But Shane merely lifted his eyelids and replied lazily. “I have plenty of them.”

Natalie’s lips twitched at his statement; she was rendered speechless at his words.

“Hold your hand still,” Shane ordered.

Natalie could only follow his order obediently when she saw him trying to wrap the torn tie around her injured hand.

Oh, so he wants to tend to my wound. Natalie’s heart raced at the realization.

Shane covered the biggest piece of fabric on her wound and started wrapping the remainder of his torn tie around her hand.

But being a man himself, his force was a tad bit too strong while bandaging.

“Ouch!” Natalie couldn’t help but winced in pain.

“Bear with it,” Shane uttered coldly.

Despite his words though, he did soften his strength and became gentler when bandaging the wound.

Natalie noticed the change and couldn’t stop herself from chucking aloud.

“What are you laughing at?” Shane frowned at her laughter.

you are. You never mean what you say most of the

meant. Pursing his lips, he lightly pressed the wound on

exclaimed in

her hand

lips. She knew he was trying to take revenge

What a vengeful

him to

her mouth and laughed soundlessly, or else her boss would get

were suddenly heard outside the factory. The next moment, something dropped from the sunroof

instantly from the noise and pointed at the nearest bottle near her. “What’s that,

got up to check the bottle. When he saw the label, his expression

in fear and she covered

like what Shane had said, the person who locked them in indeed wanted

expect them to use concentrated nitrogen gas on them. Not only the gas smelled pungent, but it could also suffocate them to death after excessive inhalation. This person wants us dead

red with rage and hatred when she realized

and lips covered. “Is there any water here?” he

her head. “No, there isn’t. We’ve just rented this factory site not too long ago, so

that, Shane’s expression turned tense

guilt consumed Natalie after seeing his

then, she wouldn’t have dragged

all my

“I’m so sorry, Mr.-”