CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 41

However, one strange thing remained. Shane noticed that the apartment was seemingly inhabited only by Natales and children, for there were no signs of any man living there.

“Your husband doesn’t live here?” Before he could stop himself, he accidentally uttered the one question that was plaguing his heart.

Natalie, who was searching for some grounded coffee powder to make coffee, heard his question and froze. “Husband?”

“That Dr. Quinn from last night, isn’t he your husband?” Shane peered at her meaningfully.

Natalie quickly lowered her gaze to avoid showing him the shame and guilt in her eyes. “Yes, but he basically lives abroad.”

“Really?” Shane nodded slightly and did not bother to question further.

“Mommy, I’ve found the coffee. Go make a nice coffee for Mr. Shane.” Right at the moment, Connor took a box of coffee and stuffed it into Natalie’s outstretched hand.

Natalie patted his hair and said, “Okay. Thank you. Mommy’s going to make a coffee. Stay here with Mr. Shane and don’t be naughty, okay?”

“Alright, alright.” Connor replied.

Natalie stepped into the kitchen.

After she went in, Connor’s eyes shone as he touched his belly and pleaded, “Mr. Shane, I’m hungry. Can you help me get some cookies?”

that, he pointed to the top

all types of cookies and snacks. It was so full of choices that he

not help but frown, he was a little

these snacks

it’s not good for

presents from Aunt Joyce. She buys them for us every time she drops by. Mommy usually doesn’t let us eat too much. That’s why the snacks are piling up.

this the

Shane loosened

like he had misunderstood

of cookies do you want? I’ll get it for you,”

cookies, I want to see them

eyes showed a

feel the child’s soft body in his arms. That warmed up his frozen heart and

the fridge

of Shane’s head. He managed to discreetly pull off a few strands of Shane’s

found it! I want to eat this. You may put me down now, Mr. Shane. Thank

just transpired. He was going to put

felt a jolt of pain on his scalp. Unable to hold it in, a groan escaped from

asked blankly as if he

one would ever suspect him when he put on a show