CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Shane strode over to the head of the bed and pulled open the drawer of his nightstand. From within, he took out a pre-cut cigar and lit it as he strode over to the balcony. After a puff, he responded. “Is that what she told you?”

“Well, no.” Jackson shook his head. “She called me as she was crying. Kept saying that she didn't mean to, so I took a guess that you might have been giving her a hard time.”

Shane scoffed. “Did you ask her what actually happened?”

“I did, but she cried the entire time and did not tell me. That is the reason I called. Shane, what's going on?” Jackson asked with a frown.

Shane blew a cloud of smoke and told Jackson everything.

He froze when Shane finished. It was a long while before he spoke. “How could she do something like that?”

Jackson could not understand. All the child did was touch her piano.

Why did she have to overreact and shove Sharon aside? Was that the Jacqueline I knew?

Jackson began to wonder if the sweet girl that he knew was still in there somewhere.

she really was gone. The last time, she had managed to frame Natalie for

a bitter laugh. “Shane, perhaps Jacqueline had changed. She

know.” Shane sighed

plan on handling this?” Jackson

still loved her and did not wish

spoke up. “I did not do anything to her. I just told her that after

a sigh. “Oh, by the way,” he added. “Let her go to the hospital next week. Her right cornea has to be operated on. It is beginning to exhibit signs of

a donor been found?” Shane asked

her an exact match. The one she had in mind seemed to not have worked out. I asked her if the donor of hers had died but she did not answer me, so I guess he's still alive. If he's alive we can't extract his cornea. The only thing we can do is to look for another cornea

like a

getting late, I should be heading to bed. I'm dead

Shane grunted in acknowledgement.

phone as he turned to return to the

and caught sight of Shane coming from the balcony smelling

his jacket and threw it on the couch. “It was only one cigar. Is the smell that

I just don't like you smoking,