CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

One of the designers suddenly took a deep breath and asked nervously, “Ms. Smith, is Mr. Shane your husband?”

Ever since Shane had taken the interview at the television station, everyone knew who he was because of the photo leaked. Now, everyone knew he was the chairman and CEO of Thompson Group.

That was why everyone in the office could recognize Shane the moment he walked in. That would also explain the noise that Natalie heard outside the office earlier.

Shane grabbed onto Natalie's hand and looked at her as if he was waiting for her to introduce him.

She laughed as she nodded. “That's right. He's my husband.”

As she spoke, she raised their interlocked hands.

The crowd could already roughly guess, but they were still taken aback at Natalie's confirmation.

Some of them even felt suspicious. “Ms. Smith, didn't Mr. Shane announce that there was nothing going on between you two when that gossip started getting around? How did you two suddenly decide to get married?”

Natalie looked at Shane and realized that he, too, was gazing at her, waiting for her answer.

Natalie should have been used to his gazes by now, but she could still feel her heart skipping a beat under his gaze.

His eyes were so pretty that she felt like she could drown in them if she stared at them for too long.

She quickly looked away and brushed her hair back in an attempt to hide her awkwardness. She calmed herself down and replied, “We only got together after that incident.”

That person nodded and left it at

in a shushing motion. “Whatever was said here stays here, okay? Don't spread this to

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her office after ensuring that

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glass in front of him. “So,

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Natalie's eyes brightened. “Okay.”