CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

In fact, Stanley's words had struck her cold.

At that moment, a nurse suddenly rapped on the door and peered in. “Ms. Rivers, it's 9 p.m. It's time for me to take Dr. Quinn's temperature.”

“It's 9 p.m. already?” Joyce blurted, taking a glance at the clock. Mildly reproving, she mumbled half to herself, “Time passes so quickly! I didn't realize that it had gotten so late. Come in, please.”

The nurse smiled and nodded, pushing her cart into the room.

Natalie watched as the nurse drew out a thermometer and deftly took Stanley's temperature. Seeing her chance, Natalie grabbed her bag from where it lay at the head of Stanley's bed. “Stanley, Joyce, it's time for the kids and me to head back too.”

“I'll walk you out,” Joyce said, rising from her seat.

With the thermometer in his mouth, Stanley could only wave at them.

Modestly, Natalie said, “Please don't trouble yourself! Stay here and take care of Stanley. We'll see ourselves out.”

Natalie then turned to her two children, who had been drinking what was left of the chicken soup and watching cartoons. “Connor, Sharon, let's go,” she called.

“OK!” Connor replied eagerly. He immediately put down his phone and leaped off the sofa with Sharon in tow.

Natalie had them bid their farewells to Stanley and Joyce. They then left the room and walked towards the lift together.

near the lift doors, Shane suddenly appeared within view. He was leaning

hand aside in excitement and dashed

a smile. He bent down and scooped her

small, squirmy mess and still bore the faint milk smell. Shane's heart softened as he

walked towards Shane and Sharon while pulling Connor along. She

and asked, “Why did you

you implying that you were waiting here

chin defiantly but did not

So it is true!

Shane, is there anything you need

happened in front of the Ophthalmology Department just now,” Shane

Sharon's feet touched the floor,

at her son approvingly. Then, she turned towards Shane and asked, “Mr. Shane, so you are

“Yes,” Shane said readily.

smiled faintly. “You don't have to do that, Mr. Shane. Ms. Smith already apologized

you weren't entirely pleased with it,”

“It wasn't ideal, but it was good enough. We'll take our

Shane's voice