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.

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

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

it would be

she was determined to continue down her current path. However, the choice to let go might not necessarily be the right

made up your mind?” Natalie looked deep into Joyce's

second or

the outside world from living all these years with the fantasy of being with

find one who is even better

sudden movement, Joyce leaped to her feet and raised a glass of champagne. Natalie's sense of foreboding came a

the vicinity on her, Joyce gulped down the entire glass, only realizing her recklessness a

her drink, Joyce's face grew red as she choked a

and quickly escorted her friend out of

of Natalie and Joyce from a lounge on the second floor. His expressionless face was

a glass of wine. “Stanley. That's you, isn't it? The Stanley that the lady was

“Mr. Peter, you're a humorous

so?” the man gaped

glass against his companion's. “That's right. Perhaps it was the simple coincidence of someone else with the same name. Excuse me, but it's getting late.