CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“But we have no leads at all.” Silas looked at him helplessly.

At this, Shane lowered his eyes and then plunged into deep thought as he deliberated where his grandfather could have kept the will.

However, after racking his brains for a long while, he was still left with no inkling.

The will can't be at any of all those places, for Sean can definitely think of them if I can do so. And he might have even rummaged through them all! Therefore, the will must be someplace else!

“Have some tea.” At this time, Natalie came out of the kitchen with tea.

Jolting out of his thoughts, Shane lifted his eyes and ordered, “Go back first. I'll try my best to think of a lead.”

“Okay.” Silas nodded.

Meanwhile, Natalie was bending down to pour the tea into the glass. “You're already leaving, Mr. Campbell? But I've just made tea.”

“It's okay, Ms. Smith. I've still got something to do, so I'll get on with it first instead of intruding on you and Mr. Shane.” After saying that, Silas flashed her a meaningful smile before he spun around and left.

Noticing the suggestiveness in the final glance he threw her, Natalie couldn't help but blush again.

When Shane glimpsed her flaming face, his eyes darkened. Then, he glanced at his wristwatch. “It's rather late now. Shall we retire?”

“Of course. In that case, are you...”

finished speaking, Shane was already walking toward her

to her senses, she quickly trotted after him. “You're planning to stay overnight at my place,

her bed and parked his butt down. “Do you

mouth to utter a resolute protest, but in the face of his profound

do so. We're now together anyway, and we're both adults, so it seems rather

over to the closet and took out a new bath towel for him. “Go and take a shower. I'll go and ask Mrs. Wilson

Shane took the bath

and went to the apartment

purpose of her visit, Mrs. Wilson promptly snagged a set of pajamas and a set of formal wear Shane

Natalie then went back to her

later, her nerves were frayed as she lay on the bed,

with Shane while starkly sober, the feeling of uneasiness and even a hint of apprehension

trepidation. Knowing that she needed time to get used to him, he didn't touch her that night,

in the wee hours of the morning that she was finally defeated by fatigue and

hair, she was greeted

two children spotted her, they waved at

warm smile, Natalie shifted her gaze to the

acknowledgment. “Wash up quickly and come

murmured, then strolled toward the