CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Joyce was unaware of what Natalie was planning. “Nat, do you have some tissue?”

“Here.” Natalie rummaged through her pure platinum purse and handed the entire packet to Joyce.

“Thanks,” she sniffled as she extracted a piece to dry her tears. “Nat, I've decided to give up,” she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on her feet.

Natalie gaped at her. “Give up on your feelings toward Stanley?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Joyce took a deep breath, willing herself to suppress the inevitable tears by forcing a smile. “Because I'm tired. I've loved him for over ten years, and where has that gotten me? A bruised and battered soul with not much dignity left. I don't think I can hold on any longer.”

Joyce spun around suddenly, gazing deep into Natalie's eyes with her own bloodshot ones. “I can see it clearly now. Stanley would rather be with any other woman than me. He will never love me. That is why I'm giving up on him.”

Natalie opened her mouth intending to offer words of advice, but she could come up with none.

It was certainly a pity for Joyce to give up on Stanley after loving him for so many years.

hanging on, it would just be waiting in vain. For all she knew, Stanley might not

that happened, Joyce's youth would just slip by, clinging on to some

decided that it would be wiser to

current path. However, the choice to let go might not necessarily be the right

your mind?” Natalie looked deep into

a second or two, she gave a resolute

with the fantasy of being with Stanley. There are plenty of eligible

men and find one who is even better than Stanley who will love me back. I refuse to accept the fact that I am that dependent on him and him

sense of foreboding came a little too late as Joyce yelled, “Stanley, I'm giving up

the vicinity on her, Joyce gulped down the entire glass, only

the haste of which she had emptied her drink, Joyce's face grew red

the embarrassed eyes of the onlookers, Natalie stood up and quickly escorted her friend

figures of Natalie and Joyce from a

glass of wine. “Stanley. That's you, isn't it? The

“Mr. Peter, you're a humorous man. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but

that so?” the man gaped

same name.