CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Upon hearing that, Shane's thin lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

Thus, Silas continued persuading him, suggesting, “So, why don't try confessing your feelings for Ms. Smith again, Mr. Shane? Who knows, you might succeed this time!”

At this, Shane dipped his eyes, seemingly contemplating the matter.

A long moment later, he lifted his head and looked at the building in front of him, his gaze profound. “We'll see how it goes tonight. Drive.”

“Understood,” Silas replied.

Meanwhile, in the studio, Natalie stood on the balcony in her office, looking down. It was only when she saw the Bentley downstairs drive away did she return to her table with her hands over her burning face and sat down.

In reality, she had gotten used to being with him after all the time they had been spending together in the past few days. Most importantly, he had always appeared whenever she was in trouble and protected her, so she wanted to try dating him.

But I'm just not certain whether he understood that I'm agreeing to date him by kissing him.

“Nat!” Joyce barged in while she was still engrossed in her thoughts.

All at once, Natalie straightened and dropped her hands from her face. Sitting upright, she stared at Joyce. “What's the matter?”

Joyce squinted in suspicion. “That's my line. You hastily adjusted your posture when I came in, and your face is even flushed red as though you'd done something wrong. Don't tell me you've been doing something reprehensible just now?”

at her. “Alright. Why are you looking for

the monthly drafts sketched by the designers. Take a look and see which ones have to be amended.” Joyce handed her the

took

there's another thing.” Joyce propped her hands against Natalie's

lifted her eyes and looked at her. “What is

selection for their cover outfit design.

Natalie sifted through the blueprints,

fashion magazine in the fashion industry,” Joyce

that bad even if it wasn't considered good. Generally, it was graced by slightly popular models and C or

choose are

about it right away.” Nodding, Joyce then pivoted

her head and continued looking through the

the blueprints,

off her computer. Then, she got to her feet

after she'd stepped out of the

toward the elevator. As she walked, she fished out her cell

taken it out, she gave it a cursory glance. As soon as she saw that it was a phone call from the detective, she answered

hair samples you want,” the detective

jaw dropped open in