CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

The cashier locked gaze with Stanley and understood what the latter meant. He nodded at Stanley and mentioned that he would ask someone to send Joyce home.

Stanley mumbled a response, took his bank card back, and steadied Natalie out of the bar.

Upon reaching her car, Stanley asked, “Nat, where's your car keys?”

Natalie was stumped and narrowed her eyes at the man before her. “Mr. Shane, what did you call me?”

Stanley realized that he made a blunder right then. Instead of panicking, the man's lips curled into the ghost of a smile as he calmly replied, “I called you Nat. Don't you like it?”

The woman gazed into his deep-set gaze and felt herself zoning out. Her alluring red lips nudged as she intuitively replied, “I... like it.”

“As long as you like it.” Stanley's eyes glinted as he fumbled for her car keys in her bag.

After unlocking the car, Stanley helped her into the car. She had lost all coordination of her movements as she let Stanley control her every move like she was a puppet.

Stanley brushed his hand against her cheeks after he secured the seatbelt on her.

In a daze, Natalie did not try to resist throughout the whole exchange as if she had lost all sensation.

meek and submissive as a sick smile

her on her forehead as he mumbled to himself,

way, he would not have to resort to hypnotizing her into thinking that he

sober right now, she would have retreated away if I kissed and

twitched momentarily in dismay at

into the driver's seat. He stepped

if she thought he was Shane Thompson. In fact, the man was planning to tell her that she was drunk and had

by as the scales were starting to tip in his disfavor. The twins had started to address Shane as their father and were even trying to matchmake the two. I cannot let that

distorted with pure hatred. Slamming on the accelerator, it took him only less than twenty minutes to get back to her

and he looked his usual

her head

her hand and led her into the apartment

black Bentley stopped by the

wound down the car window and looked at the entrance of the building. He turned around to the back seat and said, “Mr. Shane, I think I spotted Ms. Smith and

sure?” Shane

“I'm positive,” Silas reported.

Ms. Smith

his lips into a hard line. He got off the car, his gaze darkened as he looked at the entrance of